Author's Notes: Okay, Fi has been poking around in my head ever since I read TripZip, and then he and Darman kicked me very hard when I saw this one icon. And now they wish it to be ficc'd. Allow me to oblige the Mando'ade with the shiny DC-17's...this is the first time I've tried writing for these guys, so hopefully I didn't mess it up too much.
For those wondering, the icon had a guy in a black shirt with the following written: I am a bomb technician. If you see me running, try to keep up.
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"You wouldn't happen to know why the rest of the crew keeps snickering behind my back, would you ner vod?" Darman asked suddenly, giving Fi a questioning look.
"Can't say that I do," Fi said, innocently enough.
Darman peered at him. "I know you, Fi. You're up to something."
"I'm hurt, Dar. I really am. Why would I be up to something that involved you?"
"Because you would."
"Alright, so I would, but who says I did something this time."
Darman crossed his arms over his chest and raised a brow. "Did you do something this time?"
Fi began to fidget under his brother's glare. "Well, maybe, just a little. But it was Atin's idea!"
That surprised Darman. "What does At'ika have to do with this?"
Fi shrugged casually. "It was his idea. All of it. I didn't ask where he got it from...I just executed the project."
"What project?"
"You mean no one's told you yet?"
"...No."
Fi smirked. "Well then, I won't e the one to spoil it, then."
Darman sputtered as he watched Fi walk away smugly. His jaw was still hanging open as he felt someone slap him on the shoulder with a chuckle.
"Love what you did with the bodysuit, ner vod," a voice that sounded like his said in his ear, as one of the Troopers walked past. Darman blinked at him and then ran to his quarters. He pulled off the top-half of his black bodysuit and looked it over. When he saw the text silk-screened on the back, his jaw dropped again.
"...FI!"