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Rial's been working steadily since Plourr left. The work is hard, but he's making some decent headway by now.

Still, he needs a break. And is half-dozing on the couch, empty cup of caf by his fingers, when the call comes.


Date: 2006-08-17 08:13 pm (UTC)
fighting_mad: (facepalm)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad

"Oh shavit, I woke you, didn't I?" comes the crackly but unmistakable voice.

Date: 2006-08-17 08:22 pm (UTC)
fighting_mad: (bald - eyes dark)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad

"I'm fine. Kriffing comm unit's a kriffing piece of be-Huttslimed v--" It phases out for a moment, and perhaps it's best for all involved that whatever she had been saying is lost. "--he holo won't work and the transmission is lagging."

Date: 2006-08-17 08:38 pm (UTC)
fighting_mad: (stubble - combat baby)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad

"Yeah, it's fine. We're finally getting our rookies tomorrow, so we shouldn't have a wing 'pair' of three anymore."

Another pause, this time clearly not because of the transmission lag.

"How are things there?"

Date: 2006-08-17 08:46 pm (UTC)
fighting_mad: (short - she's a lady)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad

"Will do. How's--" Her voice abruptly cuts off, and when the transmission cuts back in, it's in the middle of a stream of low swearing. There is a slam, and then--

A Plourr, in off-duty purple tunic and black vest, blinking at the comm unit (and by extension, Rial). Then she's grinning fiercely, because she won. "Ha!"

Date: 2006-08-17 08:50 pm (UTC)
fighting_mad: (short - worried)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
Her triumphant smile fades a little as she sits back. "Is Labaann making a pain in the ass of himself?"

Date: 2006-08-17 08:59 pm (UTC)
fighting_mad: (short - pilot laugh)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
Plourr bursts out laughing. "That is a fantastic mental image." She really, really means it.

Date: 2006-08-17 09:18 pm (UTC)
fighting_mad: (short - quiet)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad

"You should try that sleep thing once in a while, too," she says lightly, trying to keep the guilt off her face. "How's the amendment coming?"

Date: 2006-08-17 09:25 pm (UTC)
fighting_mad: (short - butchy mcfab)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
She puts up her hands. "We won't speak of it." Beat. "Unless there's anything I can do from here."

Date: 2006-08-17 09:28 pm (UTC)
fighting_mad: (bald - white)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
"Sorry," she says quietly. And she is. She really is.

Date: 2006-08-18 01:17 am (UTC)
fighting_mad: (bald - lethargy)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
She shoots mini holo-Rial a doubtful look, but, kriff, she doesn't want to get into that, and she suspects that he may not want to, either.

A twist of a smile, and she sprawls back against the wall, asking, "So how are you?" It's been a few weeks since she last spoke to him, when she left Eiattu; it's a valid question.

Date: 2006-08-18 01:34 am (UTC)
fighting_mad: (flygirl)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
Faint smile. "Such grammar, Count Pernon." One never does good, one always does well. Yet another of Nynie's lessons burned into Plourr's brain from childhood.

"I'm fine." Her smile grows more genuine, if still small. "It's good to fly" in combat "again."

Date: 2006-08-18 01:50 am (UTC)
fighting_mad: (stubble - combat baby)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
She had glanced away from the comm unit at a thump from the corridor outside, but she looks back. "No, I'm probably not."

And now she has officially exhausted her list of topics of conversation. Damn.

"You got the note, right?"

Date: 2006-08-18 02:15 am (UTC)
fighting_mad: (bald - inexpressive)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
There's another pause that isn't caused by technical difficulties.

"I-- don't know," she finally says. "I said I'd help with the greenies, and they're supposed to be showing up tomorrow."

Need this. Need flying, need fighting, need them (can't need him because-- can't, she just can't), for now.

Please don't. Please, don't.

It shouldn't be this hard.

Date: 2006-08-18 02:43 am (UTC)
fighting_mad: (medium - upset)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad

"Please don't." Please. Please.

Even she is surprised by how small her voice can go.

Date: 2006-08-18 02:55 am (UTC)
fighting_mad: (medium - upset)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
Rial didn't marry a stupid woman; she is not buying that.


But she doesn't know how the fuck to continue.

Date: 2006-08-18 03:12 am (UTC)
fighting_mad: (lost)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad

Another thump from the corridor, and this time, the door opens and Feylis Ardele steps in, out of the holo's range of vision.

"Hey, Pl--" The blonde pilot sees the holo. "I can go back out if you need more time."

Plourr glances over, shaking her head. "I don't want to kick you out of our quarters." It's late; the other woman probably just wants to sleep.

Unfortunately, this means that the only truly private place onboard the capital ship is now occupied.

She looks back to the unit, quiet. "I should go."

Date: 2006-08-18 03:20 am (UTC)
fighting_mad: (sad)
From: [personal profile] fighting_mad
"Sorry," she says, very softly. And maybe it means something that she knows that Feylis (who shifts uncomfortably, standing off to the side) is there, and she says it anyway. And maybe it doesn't.

"Bye." She flicks it off. Feylis doesn't ask, shooting her a sympathetic look and sitting down on her own bunk, and Plourr doesn't offer any information.



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