The dark skinned Peace Brigader turned from her. "No other members of your
strike team? Riiiight."
He snatched the comlink off of Corran's vest. "Ah, CorSec here."
Face sounded mildly amused. "This doesn't sound like CorSec. CorSec's voice isn't that high. And this can't be Imperial Boy. His voice is definitely deeper, same with Explosion Boy. Goddess, is this you?"
"Um, yes this is Goddess…" the Peace Brigadier said.
Jaina could hear Face's laughing. "My, my, my, Goddess, what a deep voice you have."
She could hear someone in the background in a high falsetto- Must be Sharr- say "All the better to-" and then someone else –Piggy- said "Shut up, Psycho."
"So, ah, Poster Boy," the man said, "Where are you exactly?"
"Well, Goddess, we're in place." Face replied.
Jaina knew Face had to have figured out something went wrong. He's not that dumb, I'm surprised the Peace Brigader thinks he is…
"Oh, good, that's great, Poster Boy. And, we'll be in your position in minutes, I think. Where exactly is 'in place'?" the man asked, speaking now in a higher voice.
"I've got to go, Goddess! There's people-" and then the comm transmission ended.
The lead Peace Brigader turned to Jaina, whom she'd privately dubbed 'Evil Beady Eyes', turned back to her a sneer forming. "No, this is my group," he said, stepping closer, mocking her. He slapped her hard on her cut right cheek, and she winced, staggering back from the blow. She saw Jag stiffen, and the muscles of his jaw clench in anger. He was just short of exploding, Jaina knew.
She smiled tightly, and straightened up, narrowing her brown eyes. "I wouldn't do that again if I were you." She murmured.
The man struck her again, on the other side of the face, and Jag looked positively furious. Jaina shook her head. Don't do anything stupid, Jag. she begged silently.
Evil Beady Eyes turned back to Jaina, a glint in his dark eyes, when someone shouted.
"Hey, Mr. Peace Fanatic!" Evil Beady Eyes turned around to frown at the speaker, Janson. "I haven't had breakfast yet. When do we eat?"
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Face turned around to face the other members of Team One. "All right, so now we go to Plan B."
Sharr sighed. "I didn't even know we had a Plan B. Do I want to hear it?"
Piggy shook his head. "We never want to hear Plan B. Whenever Poster Boy has a Plan B, that usually means something stupid."
Face looked crestfallen. "Guys, come now. Really, I do have a plan. Master, can you sense our little Jedi and friends?"
Kyp hesitated, before shaking his head. "No. Sorry, Poster Boy. I think they have ysalamiri. It has to be."
"Ok. Well, then. How far away are the ysalamiri?" Face inquired.
Kyp closed his eyes. "2 kilometers or so. Not that far."
"What about the shuttle?" asked Piggy.
"Too far away, and if they found Team Two, I bet you a million credits they found the shuttle." Said Sharr. "Plus, it's not exactly an assault shuttle."
Face nodded. "Righto. Well, then, guys, we got a team to save. I want us there in 20 minutes, and, sithspit, I could use Kell, but since he's Team Two, I'll need someone to help me set up charges. We'll need a rockslide, a present for our Peace Brigaders and a lomin ale."
"A lomin ale?" Kyp repeated.
"Course. Hey, a guy gets thirsty once in awhile."
Kyp shook his head.
"Lead the way, Master." Face gestured
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"99 bottles of lomin ale on the wall! 99 bottles of ale! Take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of lomin ale on the wall! 98 bottles of lomin ale on the wall! 98 bottle of ale! Take one down, pass it around, 97 bottles of ale on the wall! 97 bottles of lomin ale on the wall! 97 bottles of ale! Take one down, pass it around, 96-"
"Will you please just shut up?!" demanded Evil Beady Eyes, his voice echoing around them.
Janson glared at him. "You interrupted me! I forgot where I was!" he accused." Let's see, where was I , where was I…oh, yes, 96 bottles of lomin ale on the wall! 96 bottleS of ale! Take one down pass it around, 95 bottles of ale!" he continued singing.
Jaina stepped up closer to him to whisper, "I'm not sure ticking off Evil Beady Eyes here is a good idea, Ewok Man."
Janson shot her a hurt look. "Well, they haven't fed me breakfast, it's the least they can do; I want my caf and some pan crepes would be nice, and some nice fruit and I'm tired and I just wanna-"
"Ewok Man, you're doing it again!" she hissed. "You can sing, but please, please, don't sound like a whiny 2 year old!"
Janson grinned. "95 bottles of lomin ale on the wall! 95 bottles of ale!"
He kept singing, but Jaina drowned him out, trying to figure out how to get out of this mess. She shuffled on, stumbling almost into a thorny bush, but Jag caught her in time. "Thanks." She blushed. She noticed the group had stopped, and the Peace Brigaders were taking a break under some shade. She trudged over to lean against a rock, away from the rest of the group. They stood so they were hidden from their captors' view. Jaina doubted the Peace Brigaders would care much. Already half the group had been sent back; due to the 'good behavior' on Jaina's team's part. So, only 12 to go…if Face comes, we just might have a chance to get out of this mess, save Shawnkyr and get back home in one piece. Jag followed her, and stood there looking at the cut on her cheek with concern on his face. He reached up with a hand, even though they were in stun cuffs, and stroked her cheek lightly. "You ok? I wanted to pound that guy into the ground…"
She smiled. "I'm fine, Jag, it's just a cut."
He narrowed his pale green eyes. "If you say so. I wish I had my medpac, but those blasted Brigaders have it. I'd put a bacta bandage on it if I could, but for now, this will have to do." He leaned down and gently placed soft kisses on either side of the gash, just above it or just below it. She turned her head to smile into his green eyes.
"All better?" he whispered, eyes sparkling. His face was inches from hers, and his breath was warm on her cheek.
"All better." She repeated, capturing his lips in a kiss. She closed her eyes, savoring the kiss. It ended all too soon, too short for her tastes. She opened her brandy brown eyes, lips curving into a smile. She slid down the rock, tilting her head back to rest against the rock. Jag stood there, observing her.
"Hey, you two! Get back over here!" called Evil Beady Eyes, gesturing with a blaster. Jag extended a hand, actually both since they were restricted in the cuffs, and took both of Jaina's small hands in his, tugging Jaina to her feet. She wondered if he realized his reluctance to let go of her hands.
Wes had started singing again once they started moving, and Jaina groaned. "56 bottles of lomin ale on the wall! 56 bottles of ale! Take one down, pass it around, 55 bottles of ale on the wall! 55 bottles of-"
Jaina shut him out again, ignoring him. Jag was following close behind her, Kell and Corran on either side of him. "Has he always been this bad?" she whispered.
"No," Kell said, "Usually he sings in a more on-key tenor voice. He must not have had enough caf, that would be why he's flat."
Jaina glared back at him. "Not quite the answer I was looking for."
"Let me try. No, Goddess," Corran said, a half smile tugging on his lips, "Usually he's worse."
Wes glared at them. "43 bottles of- Hey! I heard that!- lomin ale on the wall! 43 bottles of ale!"
Jaina groaned. "Ewok Man, give it up already!"
"42 bottles of ale on the wall! I can't hear you, Goddess! 42 bottles of lomin ale on the wall! 42 bottles of ale! Take one down, pass –"
Jaina rolled her eyes. "This driving-your-captors-insane-with-terrible- singing tactic might actually be successful and useful, if it didn't involve driving your squadmates insane as well!"
"Hey, are we there yet?" Janson said, pausing his singing for a moment. "No? 38 bottles of lomin ale on the wall! 38 bottles of-"
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He snatched the comlink off of Corran's vest. "Ah, CorSec here."
Face sounded mildly amused. "This doesn't sound like CorSec. CorSec's voice isn't that high. And this can't be Imperial Boy. His voice is definitely deeper, same with Explosion Boy. Goddess, is this you?"
"Um, yes this is Goddess…" the Peace Brigadier said.
Jaina could hear Face's laughing. "My, my, my, Goddess, what a deep voice you have."
She could hear someone in the background in a high falsetto- Must be Sharr- say "All the better to-" and then someone else –Piggy- said "Shut up, Psycho."
"So, ah, Poster Boy," the man said, "Where are you exactly?"
"Well, Goddess, we're in place." Face replied.
Jaina knew Face had to have figured out something went wrong. He's not that dumb, I'm surprised the Peace Brigader thinks he is…
"Oh, good, that's great, Poster Boy. And, we'll be in your position in minutes, I think. Where exactly is 'in place'?" the man asked, speaking now in a higher voice.
"I've got to go, Goddess! There's people-" and then the comm transmission ended.
The lead Peace Brigader turned to Jaina, whom she'd privately dubbed 'Evil Beady Eyes', turned back to her a sneer forming. "No, this is my group," he said, stepping closer, mocking her. He slapped her hard on her cut right cheek, and she winced, staggering back from the blow. She saw Jag stiffen, and the muscles of his jaw clench in anger. He was just short of exploding, Jaina knew.
She smiled tightly, and straightened up, narrowing her brown eyes. "I wouldn't do that again if I were you." She murmured.
The man struck her again, on the other side of the face, and Jag looked positively furious. Jaina shook her head. Don't do anything stupid, Jag. she begged silently.
Evil Beady Eyes turned back to Jaina, a glint in his dark eyes, when someone shouted.
"Hey, Mr. Peace Fanatic!" Evil Beady Eyes turned around to frown at the speaker, Janson. "I haven't had breakfast yet. When do we eat?"
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Face turned around to face the other members of Team One. "All right, so now we go to Plan B."
Sharr sighed. "I didn't even know we had a Plan B. Do I want to hear it?"
Piggy shook his head. "We never want to hear Plan B. Whenever Poster Boy has a Plan B, that usually means something stupid."
Face looked crestfallen. "Guys, come now. Really, I do have a plan. Master, can you sense our little Jedi and friends?"
Kyp hesitated, before shaking his head. "No. Sorry, Poster Boy. I think they have ysalamiri. It has to be."
"Ok. Well, then. How far away are the ysalamiri?" Face inquired.
Kyp closed his eyes. "2 kilometers or so. Not that far."
"What about the shuttle?" asked Piggy.
"Too far away, and if they found Team Two, I bet you a million credits they found the shuttle." Said Sharr. "Plus, it's not exactly an assault shuttle."
Face nodded. "Righto. Well, then, guys, we got a team to save. I want us there in 20 minutes, and, sithspit, I could use Kell, but since he's Team Two, I'll need someone to help me set up charges. We'll need a rockslide, a present for our Peace Brigaders and a lomin ale."
"A lomin ale?" Kyp repeated.
"Course. Hey, a guy gets thirsty once in awhile."
Kyp shook his head.
"Lead the way, Master." Face gestured
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"99 bottles of lomin ale on the wall! 99 bottles of ale! Take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of lomin ale on the wall! 98 bottles of lomin ale on the wall! 98 bottle of ale! Take one down, pass it around, 97 bottles of ale on the wall! 97 bottles of lomin ale on the wall! 97 bottles of ale! Take one down, pass it around, 96-"
"Will you please just shut up?!" demanded Evil Beady Eyes, his voice echoing around them.
Janson glared at him. "You interrupted me! I forgot where I was!" he accused." Let's see, where was I , where was I…oh, yes, 96 bottles of lomin ale on the wall! 96 bottleS of ale! Take one down pass it around, 95 bottles of ale!" he continued singing.
Jaina stepped up closer to him to whisper, "I'm not sure ticking off Evil Beady Eyes here is a good idea, Ewok Man."
Janson shot her a hurt look. "Well, they haven't fed me breakfast, it's the least they can do; I want my caf and some pan crepes would be nice, and some nice fruit and I'm tired and I just wanna-"
"Ewok Man, you're doing it again!" she hissed. "You can sing, but please, please, don't sound like a whiny 2 year old!"
Janson grinned. "95 bottles of lomin ale on the wall! 95 bottles of ale!"
He kept singing, but Jaina drowned him out, trying to figure out how to get out of this mess. She shuffled on, stumbling almost into a thorny bush, but Jag caught her in time. "Thanks." She blushed. She noticed the group had stopped, and the Peace Brigaders were taking a break under some shade. She trudged over to lean against a rock, away from the rest of the group. They stood so they were hidden from their captors' view. Jaina doubted the Peace Brigaders would care much. Already half the group had been sent back; due to the 'good behavior' on Jaina's team's part. So, only 12 to go…if Face comes, we just might have a chance to get out of this mess, save Shawnkyr and get back home in one piece. Jag followed her, and stood there looking at the cut on her cheek with concern on his face. He reached up with a hand, even though they were in stun cuffs, and stroked her cheek lightly. "You ok? I wanted to pound that guy into the ground…"
She smiled. "I'm fine, Jag, it's just a cut."
He narrowed his pale green eyes. "If you say so. I wish I had my medpac, but those blasted Brigaders have it. I'd put a bacta bandage on it if I could, but for now, this will have to do." He leaned down and gently placed soft kisses on either side of the gash, just above it or just below it. She turned her head to smile into his green eyes.
"All better?" he whispered, eyes sparkling. His face was inches from hers, and his breath was warm on her cheek.
"All better." She repeated, capturing his lips in a kiss. She closed her eyes, savoring the kiss. It ended all too soon, too short for her tastes. She opened her brandy brown eyes, lips curving into a smile. She slid down the rock, tilting her head back to rest against the rock. Jag stood there, observing her.
"Hey, you two! Get back over here!" called Evil Beady Eyes, gesturing with a blaster. Jag extended a hand, actually both since they were restricted in the cuffs, and took both of Jaina's small hands in his, tugging Jaina to her feet. She wondered if he realized his reluctance to let go of her hands.
Wes had started singing again once they started moving, and Jaina groaned. "56 bottles of lomin ale on the wall! 56 bottles of ale! Take one down, pass it around, 55 bottles of ale on the wall! 55 bottles of-"
Jaina shut him out again, ignoring him. Jag was following close behind her, Kell and Corran on either side of him. "Has he always been this bad?" she whispered.
"No," Kell said, "Usually he sings in a more on-key tenor voice. He must not have had enough caf, that would be why he's flat."
Jaina glared back at him. "Not quite the answer I was looking for."
"Let me try. No, Goddess," Corran said, a half smile tugging on his lips, "Usually he's worse."
Wes glared at them. "43 bottles of- Hey! I heard that!- lomin ale on the wall! 43 bottles of ale!"
Jaina groaned. "Ewok Man, give it up already!"
"42 bottles of ale on the wall! I can't hear you, Goddess! 42 bottles of lomin ale on the wall! 42 bottles of ale! Take one down, pass –"
Jaina rolled her eyes. "This driving-your-captors-insane-with-terrible- singing tactic might actually be successful and useful, if it didn't involve driving your squadmates insane as well!"
"Hey, are we there yet?" Janson said, pausing his singing for a moment. "No? 38 bottles of lomin ale on the wall! 38 bottles of-"
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