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09.08.2012 , 10:44 PM |
Viercety Vierce Vierce. Lieutenant Vierce. (Leftenant?) Obsessing. Because I'm a binge writer. Here, some squad
. Well, a change. No spoilers. Set after Nar Shaddaa. 600 words.
I looked up from my console. Jorgan was leaning in the doorway.
"Jorgan," I said.
"What do you think of the new guy?"
"I think Forex is amazing. I had no idea you could put that much personality in a droid and still have room for missile turrets."
"Hm," he half laughed. "That's so. Impressive tech overall, and quick on orders. Should be good for us."
"I'm curious how things'll work in the field. Every new addition changes the dynamic. Sets our style slightly different."
"Yeah, I know." I hated it when he got pedantic. He knew my background, already knew I was a veteran. This could only mean he was angling toward something.
"And this may surprise you to hear, but I'm pretty sure you're up for adapting to it. You've done better than I expected with that, all in all."
"This is your roundabout way of jabbing me about Sergeant Dorne, isn't it. You are not starting this." He did something once or twice a week that was a roundabout way of prodding me to make Sergeant Dorne part of the team. Rah rah, Havoc spirit, or something.
"I'm just saying. We're functioning as a unit a lot better than I feared when I found out this woman you think is your archnemesis was coming on board."
"She's not my archnemesis. Archnemesis...es…are unique, or at least uncommon. She's one of billions."
"She's on our side, and she's got the skills to hold her own. Which is good. Havoc needs to be at full strength. And I'm glad you've been all right about letting her work."
"Well, thank you very much for that pat on the back. Anything else you want to cover, Sergeant Warm Fuzzies?"
"I thought we might invite her next time we're out for dinner."
"You already invite her every time. She's always busy with her reading."
might invite, Savins. It'd mean something coming from you."
"I would rather bring Forex to the cantina than her."
Jorgan shrugged, unruffled. "We can invite him too. Make it a welcome party or something. Just ask her. Just the once."
"I don't want to be her buddy, Jorgan. There's nights I just play her voice over in my head so I can practice not wanting to shoot in its direction when I hear her accent in combat. When the firing starts…you have no idea. That's not the stuff friendships are made of."
"Well, you're not shooting her when you hear her accent in combat, so something's working, at least."
"Anybody ever tell you you're a terrible ambassador for unit cohesiveness? I don't get it. You're the guy who went out of your way to piss me off, for weeks, when we started working together."
He suddenly got shifty-eyed. "Yeah, well, you rubbed me the wrong way."
"So get off my case about her rubbing me the wrong way!"
"Furthermore," he said loudly, "I didn't think you had the discipline to hold a real squad together. Which is why I stay on your case about it."
"You want to talk about happy squads, friends getting along, we can reprogram Forex to sing holding-hands campfire songs. Actually, I would love to hear that done in his voice."
"Yeah, well. Maybe screwing with him will give you something to do other than complaining about her. I'm looking forward to it." He stood up straight. "About time we got some new blood in here in any case."
"Droids don't have blood, Jorgan."
"You know what I mean, Savins."
Seriously, Jorgan, quit it with the "I'm'a teach you my wisdom" schtick. I was so happy when the game let me say "Let's see here, which of us was put in command of Havoc Squad? Umm, NOT YOU." He and I…had our differences starting out.
But I love him. He's a solid guy.
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