10-26-2003, 11:22 PM
Just as Tank stepped out the door he stopped, and asked himself, "Since when did we have a fridge in there?" He shook his head, determined to find out later, and went back to his quarters.
"This is the final time I wear this shirt." He said as he yanked the HOOAH shirt off, and dumped it into the incinerator. He never was big on such things back in his day, but he couldn't think of a good way to get rid of the thing. So he'd been trying to wear it out in the chamber, and with the gravity pulling down so much, it finally did.
"Only took 25 gs to do it." He allowed the Force to flow through him, clearing his system of fatigue...which there was a lot of.
He changed, and stepped out the door to go back to his office when he nearly ran into Wild.
"Hey Slash! How goes it?" Tank greeted, clapping his old comrade on the back.
"Pretty good. Although I still have bacta tank marks on me." Slash shrugged. "Good to be back though."
"Well, we've got your ship slot open for ya at Hawk if you want it."
"I might just take you up on that."
They were about to head down the corridor, when a staggering Wraith bounces off the walls slowly but surely as he tries to find his way by body feel to the medical ward.
"Parzon me...." Wraith slurred, his eyes covered in fur. "...but couldz youse peoples point me body towardss the doc?"
Slash and Tank both guided Wraith in the right direction, to which he thanked them and staggered off, mumbling as he walked away "Thanks youse guys. I don't know what I'd do wifout you to helpz me. I could have been attached by ze Wampant Panda..."
With a loud roar a large black and white panda appeared from one of the convient Ninja vents and began to gum poor Wraith to death.
"BY ALL THAT IS GREAT SAVE ME!!!" Wraith cried as he pulled out his blaster and promptly blasted himself in the foot.
Before either Tank or Slash could do anything the Panda finished gumming Wraith and left him as a sodden, painfilled mess on the floor, vanishing back the way it came.
"I wonder how such a big thing can fit in there..." Tank asked, looking back into the vent.
Slash just blinked before asking, "What's with the Panda?"
"Uh...we're not sure. It just showed up one day."
TBC...
"This is the final time I wear this shirt." He said as he yanked the HOOAH shirt off, and dumped it into the incinerator. He never was big on such things back in his day, but he couldn't think of a good way to get rid of the thing. So he'd been trying to wear it out in the chamber, and with the gravity pulling down so much, it finally did.
"Only took 25 gs to do it." He allowed the Force to flow through him, clearing his system of fatigue...which there was a lot of.
He changed, and stepped out the door to go back to his office when he nearly ran into Wild.
"Hey Slash! How goes it?" Tank greeted, clapping his old comrade on the back.
"Pretty good. Although I still have bacta tank marks on me." Slash shrugged. "Good to be back though."
"Well, we've got your ship slot open for ya at Hawk if you want it."
"I might just take you up on that."
They were about to head down the corridor, when a staggering Wraith bounces off the walls slowly but surely as he tries to find his way by body feel to the medical ward.
"Parzon me...." Wraith slurred, his eyes covered in fur. "...but couldz youse peoples point me body towardss the doc?"
Slash and Tank both guided Wraith in the right direction, to which he thanked them and staggered off, mumbling as he walked away "Thanks youse guys. I don't know what I'd do wifout you to helpz me. I could have been attached by ze Wampant Panda..."
With a loud roar a large black and white panda appeared from one of the convient Ninja vents and began to gum poor Wraith to death.
"BY ALL THAT IS GREAT SAVE ME!!!" Wraith cried as he pulled out his blaster and promptly blasted himself in the foot.
Before either Tank or Slash could do anything the Panda finished gumming Wraith and left him as a sodden, painfilled mess on the floor, vanishing back the way it came.
"I wonder how such a big thing can fit in there..." Tank asked, looking back into the vent.
Slash just blinked before asking, "What's with the Panda?"
"Uh...we're not sure. It just showed up one day."
TBC...
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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.