Two ships, one large, one small and clinging to the larger ship's hull, cruised at the center of a formation.
The larger one, glared straight up at the smaller ship clinging resolutely to her hull. "I can't believe I'm reduced to hauling your fat aft around!"
"Well if you had better optics perhaps you might've caught onto that cunning little bit of my plan."
"The part where you think you can hide from the entire destroyer fleet on my hull no less or the part where you think you can actually get away with it?!"
"Eh, I'm still working on that but it's not like I'd tell you anyways."
"Dueshe."
"Aft."
"You kiss your mamma with that mouth?"
"No but I'll kiss your mamma with that mouth. If you even have one that is. What were you, factory bred? Raised like pigs for the slaughterhouse. How sad."
"Don't try and impart your Rebel Wisdom on me, Falcon. It won't work."
"Uh huh, so why is it that I see a spark in your eyes. What is that? The truth dawning?"
"Stars, I hate you!"
"Pot. Kettle. Black."
"Yeah, yeah, we've been over this." Those red eyes narrowed. "Now GET OFF!"
"Not until you hyperjump."
A sigh. "What am I going to do with you, Falcon?"
"I don't know. What are you going to do with me Avenge? Can you do anything? I'm in a position that is conveniently way from any of your weapons and your teeth."
"Alright, alright!" Avenge closed her eyes as she resisted the urge to smack her bow against the nearest hard object. "I'll jump."
"And you'll follow standard Imperial procedure?"
"Of course! What would that have to do with anything... you're going to hide in the trash are you, clever." For a brief moment there was a flicker of respect in those crimson eyes before they hardened again. "Exactly where rebel scum like you belong!" She snarled.
"Imp..."
"Finish that sentence, and I will end you!"
Falcon ducked her head sheepishly. "Ehehe. Sorry." Though the freighter did not sound sorry in the slightest!
