02-27-2011, 09:50 PM
Tank walked down the ramp of his ship, a datapad in his hands as he pondered an odd feeling, as if something amiss was going on outside the ship. In fact, it was a familiar feeling, but he'd be damned if he could place what it was.
He looked around the hanger, and didn't see anything out of the ordinary, outside of a tarp laid out over the hanger deck. "Odd place for a tarp. Maybe one of the mechanics forgot to put it up." He shrugged, and decided he'd tell the mechanics about it later. A tarp was a tarp after all, nothing bad comes from them.
Still, that sense that something was amiss did not go away. The Jedi sighed, went back into his ship to put the datapad away and clipping his lightsaber hilts to his belt. That done, he closed up the ship and decided to go explore the station. See if maybe he could track down that odd feeling.
His patrol took him through a lot of different parts of the station, from engineering to medical, to weapons and crew quarters. At one of them, he paused, looking at the door for several moments. This had been his quarters at one time, many years back, but he had moved out long ago. Some other member of RBL had moved in, and left, and now, if his memory served him right, it was the 'home' of a Jedi apprentice that was staying on the station for awhile before leaving for another part of the galaxy.
A sinking feeling struck him as a thought passed through his mind: surely someone in the squadron wasn't preparing a prank for the apprentice. "It'd be just like them to do that too. Get them initiated properly." He mused aloud, before taking his officers card and swiping it.
The door hissed open, and he walked in cautiously, on the lookout for the usual traps and pranks. To his relief, he found none. But he did find some of the drawers open and clothing gone through. "The hell happened here?" He scratched his head before picking up some of the items. He was in the process of dropping them into an open drawer when a shocked voice behind him prompted him to spin around in surprise. "What are you doing?!?"
He looked at the girl, then to the bra and panties in his hand, before back to her. "It's NOT what it looks like!"
The Jedi was running shortly afterwards, being pelted by various items, and vowing he'd find the culprit. For clearly there was a panty thief. "Emperor's Black Bones, it's not me you crazy apprentice!!!" He yelled back, dodging a projectile thrown with the Force as he ran back into the hanger.
He didn't pay close enough attention though to where he was going, more concerned with escaping than anything, and, naturally, ran across the tarp.
When he woke up later, he found himself wrapped in said tarp, his body in a very uncomfortable configuration as he was laying on top of some gear, and looking up at the hole in the deck above. "This is so not my day."
He looked around the hanger, and didn't see anything out of the ordinary, outside of a tarp laid out over the hanger deck. "Odd place for a tarp. Maybe one of the mechanics forgot to put it up." He shrugged, and decided he'd tell the mechanics about it later. A tarp was a tarp after all, nothing bad comes from them.
Still, that sense that something was amiss did not go away. The Jedi sighed, went back into his ship to put the datapad away and clipping his lightsaber hilts to his belt. That done, he closed up the ship and decided to go explore the station. See if maybe he could track down that odd feeling.
His patrol took him through a lot of different parts of the station, from engineering to medical, to weapons and crew quarters. At one of them, he paused, looking at the door for several moments. This had been his quarters at one time, many years back, but he had moved out long ago. Some other member of RBL had moved in, and left, and now, if his memory served him right, it was the 'home' of a Jedi apprentice that was staying on the station for awhile before leaving for another part of the galaxy.
A sinking feeling struck him as a thought passed through his mind: surely someone in the squadron wasn't preparing a prank for the apprentice. "It'd be just like them to do that too. Get them initiated properly." He mused aloud, before taking his officers card and swiping it.
The door hissed open, and he walked in cautiously, on the lookout for the usual traps and pranks. To his relief, he found none. But he did find some of the drawers open and clothing gone through. "The hell happened here?" He scratched his head before picking up some of the items. He was in the process of dropping them into an open drawer when a shocked voice behind him prompted him to spin around in surprise. "What are you doing?!?"
He looked at the girl, then to the bra and panties in his hand, before back to her. "It's NOT what it looks like!"
The Jedi was running shortly afterwards, being pelted by various items, and vowing he'd find the culprit. For clearly there was a panty thief. "Emperor's Black Bones, it's not me you crazy apprentice!!!" He yelled back, dodging a projectile thrown with the Force as he ran back into the hanger.
He didn't pay close enough attention though to where he was going, more concerned with escaping than anything, and, naturally, ran across the tarp.
When he woke up later, he found himself wrapped in said tarp, his body in a very uncomfortable configuration as he was laying on top of some gear, and looking up at the hole in the deck above. "This is so not my day."
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Tanker (tangk'er)n. 1. A dusty, crusty, grease-covered, dirty, sweaty, bright eyed, fuzzy faced, haircut-needing, beer-drinking, underrated, over-worked, underpaid, oversexed, little s%#* who can take a Tank and do more battlefield damage in ten minutes than a grunt squad can do all day.
Tanker (tangk'er)n. 1. A dusty, crusty, grease-covered, dirty, sweaty, bright eyed, fuzzy faced, haircut-needing, beer-drinking, underrated, over-worked, underpaid, oversexed, little s%#* who can take a Tank and do more battlefield damage in ten minutes than a grunt squad can do all day.