08-23-2010, 07:30 PM
Tank turned in the direction of the exclamation, and grinned. "I've been well. And it appears you are in the same boat." He held out a hand to take the engineer's hand when Ace appeared, gave him the flurry of welcome...and proceeded to trout slap him. It was amazing how much the Force conveniently neglected to warn him when that was coming. Though after Ace's pronouncement, he did have a slowly growing knot of danger in the back of his mind.
He blamed that on the trout slap knocking the old gray matter loose.
Once his head stopped ringing, he silently cursed himself for forgetting about the trout, before looking at the other pilot, a bemused expression on his face. "I see you've been keeping well...and the fish are rather well fed. I'm not about to find that there's a Hutt sized one in my office, am I?"
He blamed that on the trout slap knocking the old gray matter loose.
Once his head stopped ringing, he silently cursed himself for forgetting about the trout, before looking at the other pilot, a bemused expression on his face. "I see you've been keeping well...and the fish are rather well fed. I'm not about to find that there's a Hutt sized one in my office, am I?"
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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.