Oka-ay! I wanted to write a Rogue story without multiple chapters or much of a plot. I got the idea for this while reading "The Krytos Trap", but it's not shameless Tycho hurt/comfort fanfic. In fact, it's about Wedge. Enjoy!
Title: A Day in Life (But the story reminds me of "Good Morning Good Morning" for all you Beatles lovers)
Rating: G
Category: Humor
Author: Dathomiri Chick
Disclaimer: *sniff* I don't own Star Wars! *sob*
Summary: A day in the life of Veggies
Wedge peeked out of his office door to see the Rogues acting like small children. Again. "No," he yelled, "Do NOT pour coolant down Hobbie's flightsuit!" A few groans were heard as a couple of pilots backed away from Hobbie. Hobbie gave a girlish scream and ran away. The man could be used a dog whistle, for all his soprano screams. Wedge looked around again. "I know Corran's an idiot, but put down the hydrospanner!" Wedge wasn't a respected military commander. He was a first grade teacher.
Wedge turned back into his office, hoping the Rogues could be mature for just a little bit when he noticed a flashing message on his data pad. He pressed the "read message" button.
"Wedge,
Meet the council and me at 1900 hours in the council hall. We really need your input on an important issue.
-Leia"
Wedge began to sweat a little. "Important issue"? It could be about finances or buying new fighters or court marshaling someone or- ANYTHING. It was 1700 hours already. He had to get ready! Tycho could handle the little ones for a while. He ran out, quickly told Tycho he was leaving, and went home. He showered, decided on his nice-looking flightsuit so he could do the pulled-away-from-important-tasks (Well, games of "freecell", but he had almost broken his consecutively won games record) routine.
Wedge climbed into his speeder and promptly got stuck in a traffic jam. He was frustrated. This was an important issue they needed his input on! He honked the speeder's horn in frustration.
Wedge finally got to the council hall where he saw the council members looking intently at small pieces of paper. Pieces of evidence in a court case? This had to be important.
Leia looked up at the sound of his footsteps. "Oh, Wedge, thank goodness you're here!"
"What's the important issue?"
"Well, we're repainting the hall, and we wanted to know if we should use bright white, thick cream, foamy champagne, or…"
END
Title: A Day in Life (But the story reminds me of "Good Morning Good Morning" for all you Beatles lovers)
Rating: G
Category: Humor
Author: Dathomiri Chick
Disclaimer: *sniff* I don't own Star Wars! *sob*
Summary: A day in the life of Veggies
Wedge peeked out of his office door to see the Rogues acting like small children. Again. "No," he yelled, "Do NOT pour coolant down Hobbie's flightsuit!" A few groans were heard as a couple of pilots backed away from Hobbie. Hobbie gave a girlish scream and ran away. The man could be used a dog whistle, for all his soprano screams. Wedge looked around again. "I know Corran's an idiot, but put down the hydrospanner!" Wedge wasn't a respected military commander. He was a first grade teacher.
Wedge turned back into his office, hoping the Rogues could be mature for just a little bit when he noticed a flashing message on his data pad. He pressed the "read message" button.
"Wedge,
Meet the council and me at 1900 hours in the council hall. We really need your input on an important issue.
-Leia"
Wedge began to sweat a little. "Important issue"? It could be about finances or buying new fighters or court marshaling someone or- ANYTHING. It was 1700 hours already. He had to get ready! Tycho could handle the little ones for a while. He ran out, quickly told Tycho he was leaving, and went home. He showered, decided on his nice-looking flightsuit so he could do the pulled-away-from-important-tasks (Well, games of "freecell", but he had almost broken his consecutively won games record) routine.
Wedge climbed into his speeder and promptly got stuck in a traffic jam. He was frustrated. This was an important issue they needed his input on! He honked the speeder's horn in frustration.
Wedge finally got to the council hall where he saw the council members looking intently at small pieces of paper. Pieces of evidence in a court case? This had to be important.
Leia looked up at the sound of his footsteps. "Oh, Wedge, thank goodness you're here!"
"What's the important issue?"
"Well, we're repainting the hall, and we wanted to know if we should use bright white, thick cream, foamy champagne, or…"
END
