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Tycho Celchu: Wow, those imperials really hate us, Wedge.

Wedge Antilles: Yes. Perhaps they're homophobic.

Tycho Celchu: ...But we're not gay, Wedge.

Wedge Antilles: We're not?!

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solerey​:

Tierfon Tales

He knew who she was. Right, of course he did. Probably wasn’t every day that the daughter of Luke Skywalker and Mara Jade emerged from the Dark Side-induced mass amnesia of the whole galaxy and returned to the Resistance. Probably everyone on the base knew her by sight already.

She felt like more of an idiot than ever, but forced a smile and what she hoped came off as a perky nod anyway. “Oh, yep. Yep, everyone’s wonderful. Everyone’s been wonderful. Being wonderful. Absolutely. I’m adjusting like…like a gonk droid that’s just gotten wired-up to a new power converter. Bam. Like that.” She snapped her fingers, realizing belatedly that she’d probably over sold it, and tried to carry it off with a big smile and another nod.

In her awkward embarrassment, she’d almost forgotten why she came to talk to Janson. Iwas only when he mentioned Ben that the memory lurched back up and grabbed her attention through the fog of mortification.

“Oh!” Rey said. “Right, yes – you. I mean. You were in the Tierfon Yellow Aces, right?” She fixed her eyes, beaming with hope – almost pleading, really – on Janson. “Were you there when Dosmit Ræh commanded the squadron?”

“Oh yeah?” Wes asked, not believing her for a solitary moment. “because I would think that something like this would be a shock and a half. I don’t know that I’d be functioning even as well as a gonk droid. And that’s saying something given that they’re about the most useless hunks of junk in the galaxy.” 

Which was also saying something. Wes wasn’t a big fan of droids in general apart from astromechs. 

Her next question startled him. Of all the things he was expecting her to say, that wasn’t one of them. 

“I was,” he confirmed, “and I knew Dosmit well. But, while I’d be hard-pressed to think of anyone who’d make a better commanding officer, I’m afraid that I got out right before she took over. Why?”

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Face Loran, looking in the first aid kit: Why would you fill it with cheetos?

Ton Phanan, bleeding out: I thought it was funny at the time.

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“Yeah. Of course I know who you are,” he said, holding a hand out in response to her offer. “How are you adjusting? Everyone treating you okay?” 

He tucked his hydrospanner back into the pocket of his jumpsuit. “What exactly did Ben say that you should talk to me about? Because, I have to admit you’ve got my curiosity on high alert, now...” 

Ben was just mischievous enough that Janson had a theory that whatever it was Rey was in search of, it was probably going to be fun. 

Or about X-wing repair. One of the two.

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“Er..excuse me, Mister Pilot Commander Janson, sir?” Rey dithered on the threshold of the hangar, twisting her fingers around one another like a gorgy bird in a death spiral. “Um. My brother – um, I mean Ben, Ben Skywalker, he said I should talk to you – er, I’m Rey. I should have started with that. Ben’s sister. I’m sorry. Hello! I’m Rey! How are you?”

She thrust a hand out at him, knowing that the smile she’d plastered across her face probably looked more manic than anything else, and wished for once that she was back on Jakku. Hoping that the sand underfoot would open up and swallow you was a lot easier to do when you were actually standing on sand.

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ஜ and ☤ and... can't resist, let's juggle these thermal detonators: ✔

ஜ - Keep Your Hands to Yourself - The Georgia Satellites

☤- "Who Do You Love" - George Thorogood & The Destroyers

✔- "Bad Touch" Bloodhound Gang (He knows how ridiculous this choice is. That's why he picked it)

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Send These and I'll Tell You The Songs That Fit My Muse When...

☹ - Sad/Depressed.

☺ - Happy.

☠ - Angry/Frustrated.

ஜ - Horny/Flirting.

✜ - ill.

✔ - Their sex song.

✂ - Lonely.

➊ - Judging.

ⅹ- Excited.

☤ - Depending on their type, how they walk into a busy room, when everyone looks at them.

✿ -Friendly.

₪ -Love.

↑ -Waking up.

♋ -Accomplishment.

∞ - Failure.

☭ - Drunk.

☪ - Tired/Exhausted.

№ - Bitchy.

ⓑ- Bored.

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Wedge Antilles: For once, I have no way to blame Janson for this.

Hobbie Klivian: No, you can totally find a way to blame him. Don’t give up, commander!

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Wes Janson pushes a lot of buttons: it’s what he does. Ideally, he’s in the cockpit for such precision strikes.

Unfortunately, he’s standing in front of you and he’s brought his A-game. You left your hip wide open and that mistake is now a bruise, but if you play your cards right, the next thing he presses against you will be an ice-cold ale.

The sacrifice is worth it: he yelps when you retaliate. One fist to the short ribs, and a follow-up to his left armpit. Arm instantly slack, he backs down, grinning obscenely.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll buy.”

I commissioned @drisrt to draw my number one space husband. NO REGRETS! COMMISSION DRISRT.

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Grinder Thri'ag: [over commlink] The service road a quarter mile away is also clear. Hold on. There's a pigeon approaching. Hold the mission. Shoo. Shoo. Shoo. Shoo.

Face Loran: Great work with that pidge, flight officer.

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Ton Phanan: It's happening again. Tyria, Tyria, Grinder fell asleep in the break room. I pranked him. I tied his shoelaces together.

Tyria Sarkin: You're 32 years old, dude.

Ton Phanan: I know, and yet my pranks still stay so fresh. It's incredible.

Tyria Sarkin: You gotta untie his shoes before he gets hurt.

Ton Phanan: Look, seriously?

Tyria Sarkin: Seriously.

Ton Phanan: Fine. But what's the worst thing that could happen?

Face Loran: He's being strangled to death!

Ton Phanan: How?!

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Dia Passik: So, no matter how shallow and self-absorbed you pretend to be -

Face Loran: Excuse me! There is no pretense here. I happen to be genuinely self-absorbed and deeply shallow.

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Wedge Antilles: There's been an assassination attempt!

Wes Janson: What? And you let us just sit around talking about Hobbie's pelvis?

Wedge Antilles: I didn't let you!

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Face Loran: Look, we all have a role in this team.

Face Loran: I come up with dumb ideas,

Face Loran: Wedge tells me why they won’t work,

Face Loran: Phanan convinces me to do them anyway.

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Send These and I'll Tell You The Songs That Fit My Muse When...

☹ - Sad/Depressed.

☺ - Happy.

☠ - Angry/Frustrated.

ஜ - Horny/Flirting.

✜ - ill.

✔ - Their sex song.

✂ - Lonely.

➊ - Judging.

ⅹ- Excited.

☤ - Depending on their type, how they walk into a busy room, when everyone looks at them.

✿ -Friendly.

₪ -Love.

↑ -Waking up.

♋ -Accomplishment.

∞ - Failure.

☭ - Drunk.

☪ - Tired/Exhausted.

№ - Bitchy.

ⓑ- Bored.

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Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking

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Wedge Antilles: Lara, please tell us you have good news.

Lara Notsil: Well, it's complicated, because I don't have good news, but I really want you guys to like me.