The Short Fic Weekly Challenge Thread!
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08.07.2012 , 08:28 PM |
(I suspect I may have a couple more for this prompt...it's way too much fun!)
What Happens on the HoloNet...
Trooper - no spoilers
Sana, Aric, and Elara
“Sir! I have excellent news! On our upcoming form 437-2B review we are eligible to request a U65 clearance from core world spaceports!”
“This will speed up our departure times by .38 percent!”
“Well, that’s….good,” Sana backed slowly out of the medbay where Elara was happily tapping away at her datapad, “Keep up the good work, Lieutenant.”
Sana shook her head as she ducked into the ammo locker where Aric was busy taking stock of their supplies.
“She’s at it again,” she whispered, “I swear that girl has more in common with that blasted ship droid…” Aric grinned, not looking up from his counting. “I mean she’s a good soldier, top notch medic, she’s just so…..”
“Rigid,” he supplied, making a final note on his datapad and tucking it away as he leaned back against the door frame.
She sighed quietly, glancing out the door to make sure they weren’t overheard. “She’s driving me nuts. Last week it was a request to order in something perfectly normal that was going to require me to fill out paperwork for two hours!”
“I don’t seem to recall you spending two hours on anything resembling paperwork last week,” he said with a raised eyebrow.
Sana waved her hand, “I told her I’d take care of it and then I sent Vik out for it. He was back in less time than it took for me to explain to her that I had an alternate source and no it did not have to be filed under section 75blah blah blah. Am I being unreasonable?”
Aric grinned and pulled her into his arms. “Maybe,” he said as he gave her a kiss, “but it’s okay, she drives us all nuts at times.”
Sana frowned as she settled her head against his chest, “I feel bad. She’s a good person. She cares about people, you know?”
“Mmhm,” he mumbled, running his hands up and down her back.
“And it can’t be easy. She tries so hard.”
“And she really is a good worker. Puts us all to shame, really.”
Sana leaned back and glared at him, “Are you even listening?”
He smiled. “You’ll figure it out, you always do. But until then, I think we deserve a short break.”
“Oh yeah?” she said, intrigued with the intent look in his eye.
Later that week...
Sana ducked into the medbay where Elara was intently filling out paperwork.
“So…” Elara jumped. “Gotta work on that situational awareness, Lieutenant,” Sana said with a grin.
“Sorry, sir, won’t happen again.”
“Don’t worry about it, Dorne. I wanted to talk to you for a minute.”
“Is something wrong, sir?”
Sana walked over and perched on the desk Dorne was sitting at and set down the box she was carrying. “I trust you.”
“Hear me out, Dorne. I trust you. I don’t need to hear how you’ve followed regulations exactly to know that you have done and are going to do an excellent job. I’m fully aware of just how good a job you do. That’s my job as CO. I keep tabs on my people.”
Elara blinked a bit rapidly, her eyes suspiciously bright, “That means a lot, sir.”
“And in recognition of your good work, I’d like to do something for you. I called in a favor from a slicer I helped out on Balmorra, and he revamped the interface at your console and sent over a set of secretarial protocols for C2. C2’ll be able to take over most of the routine paperwork, give you some free time.”
“But, sir, according to regulation…”
Sana glared a little. Dorne swallowed what she’d been about to say.
“Some regulations are necessary. Others are put in place by seat polishers who come up with crap to justify their existence. You’re a smart woman, Dorne, I think you can tell the difference.” Sana jumped off the desk and headed for the door, “We all need to take as much time to relax as we can. This war isn’t going to be over any time soon.”
“I see your point, sir.”
Sana paused at the doorway and pointed at the box on the desk, “Oh, and by the way, I ordered in some specialty items for you as a thank you.”
“What? Sir…I….A stack of credits, a feather boa, and a ticket to...Sir! What is this?!"
Sana grinned as she walked out the door, "That slicer was pretty surprised when all the Twilendale dancer videos popped up on your console. I have to say, the way those guys rotate their hips...well, at any rate, go, have fun. That's an order."
Elara looked up, cheeks beet red, and smiled a small shy smile. "Yes, sir."
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