Kidd Smix
Mar 18th, 2009, 02:47:32 PM
"Urgh."
Kidd sat huddled on the boarding deck with his head between his legs. He looked down and through the metal grating he saw the flight crew performing last minute checks on a trio of standard TIE fighters below. They seemed so far away; so high up, he thought, just as his insides started to turn. He groaned and clutched his belly. A pair of gleaming black boots clanked along the gangway and came to a halt next to him, he looked up and saw the fresh face of Ensign Keg Corricks.
"Well, well," he said, looking thoroughly pleased with himself, "How's it going, kiddo?"
Kidd winced at the glaring lights before which the ensign stood silhouetted and lowered his head again. He felt large hands roughly ruffle his hair and tried to blindly bat them away. Keg laughed and paraded around him in his brand new flight suit, fine pleats ran the length of the legs and disappeared into his immaculate boots. Kidd closed his eyes as he felt the room start to spin.
"I don't feel too good," he confessed, weakly.
"Yeah, you think?" said Keg, still thoroughly amused, "I bet you don't remember that Shadow Squadron hot shot dragging your ass back to quarters? It took three of us to lift you onto your bunk! And now you're flying combat manouvers? Dren!"
"This floor is cold on my butt," was all he could say in response. He knew it was going to be a tough day the moment he looked in the mirror and saw his reflection, holo-flick zombies looked healthier. They call new pilots 'green', he thought, but this was ridiculous. A voice rang out.
"Officer on deck!"
Immediately, Kidd scambled to his feet and stood stiffly to attention alongside Keg as another pair of heavy clanging boots rapidly approached.
Kidd sat huddled on the boarding deck with his head between his legs. He looked down and through the metal grating he saw the flight crew performing last minute checks on a trio of standard TIE fighters below. They seemed so far away; so high up, he thought, just as his insides started to turn. He groaned and clutched his belly. A pair of gleaming black boots clanked along the gangway and came to a halt next to him, he looked up and saw the fresh face of Ensign Keg Corricks.
"Well, well," he said, looking thoroughly pleased with himself, "How's it going, kiddo?"
Kidd winced at the glaring lights before which the ensign stood silhouetted and lowered his head again. He felt large hands roughly ruffle his hair and tried to blindly bat them away. Keg laughed and paraded around him in his brand new flight suit, fine pleats ran the length of the legs and disappeared into his immaculate boots. Kidd closed his eyes as he felt the room start to spin.
"I don't feel too good," he confessed, weakly.
"Yeah, you think?" said Keg, still thoroughly amused, "I bet you don't remember that Shadow Squadron hot shot dragging your ass back to quarters? It took three of us to lift you onto your bunk! And now you're flying combat manouvers? Dren!"
"This floor is cold on my butt," was all he could say in response. He knew it was going to be a tough day the moment he looked in the mirror and saw his reflection, holo-flick zombies looked healthier. They call new pilots 'green', he thought, but this was ridiculous. A voice rang out.
"Officer on deck!"
Immediately, Kidd scambled to his feet and stood stiffly to attention alongside Keg as another pair of heavy clanging boots rapidly approached.