| Somewhere on Denon, on High Day. |
[Jul. 30th, 2006|12:58 pm] |
The best thing, Lea had decided, about it being High was that she got a break from Wes' hounding. A break from reporting to duty and kitchen duty and stupid pointless drills - all replaced by actual time to spend with Jay.
Assuming, of course, she could ever find her misplaced Rogue of a boyfriend, who she so desperately needed for help in proving, once and for all, that Wes Janson was indeed kriffing Hobbie Kilivian.. But after an hour of searching, Lea had reached the horrible conclusion that, in fact, Colonel Darklighter didn't believe in the simplicity of matters such as vacation or free time. And thus, after unsuccessfully talking Anndi into helping her, would have to do it alone.
Which meant a trip to Wes' quarters. Alone and unprotected to set up the holocam and wait to see her trap fall in to place. Hobbie and Wes would have absolutely no filswik idea what hit them when they kissed in view of the cam. This did, of course mean a lot more patience than Lea wanted to provide right now - but it would be worth it in the end.
So she waits, impatient and amused - checking her chronometer every five minutes until the perfect time to spring the trap - five minutes prior to normal wake up. It'll come soon enough, of course. Only ten more minutes to go. |
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| Proudest Moment! |
[Jun. 3rd, 2005|03:57 pm] |
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At what moment in your life did you feel most proud?
I can only pick one? Vape it, I swear, sometimes these questions just aren’t fair! I have way more than only one moment where I was most proud. Way more. And no, they’re not all about me, Janson.
I wish I could say that this moment was my first prank – I was five, on Hapes, and Tam didn’t expect a thing. I did get a scolding from the Hapan Guard though. That wasn’t fun.
Jay’s transfer to Rogue Squadron, as much as I hate it (no, Wes, I haven’t forgiven you yet), also ranks up there. I mean, filswick, it’s the Rogues we’re talking about. And my Jay’s one of them now.
Nah. If I have to pick only one, I’ll go with this. It was when I got a hololetter from Janson telling me that I was accepted into the Taanab Yellow Aces. No one ever put faith in my flying skills before, no matter how good a pilot I was. I really liked knowing that someone thought I could do something else aside from just getting in trouble.
Just don’t tell him I said that, or else! |
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| Name! |
[May. 25th, 2005|04:41 pm] |
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Lea
Meadow: English
Lioness: Latin
You are a humanitarian and idealist concerned with the welfare of others and doing what you can to make the world a better place. A visionary with strong intuition and wisdom you seek knowledge and have high aspirations. Although at times preferring solitude your generous, compassionate and understanding nature attracts many friends from all walks of life.
I don't know what English or Latin is, but look! I'm a humanitarian! XD |
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| Trout Smacking! |
[May. 25th, 2005|10:05 am] |
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If you could meet any famous personality, living or dead, and smack them in the head with a large trout, who would it be?
This idea? Filswick, it’s wizard! Trout day should be established as a national GFFA holiday or something. Or at least a holiday on Denon if the rest of the Alliance won’t agree to it. But really, a day to smack people with fish? I’m so in!
My first victim? Well, as much as I want to pick Janson, if I used him for this response, I’d just be inflating his already galactic sized ego. Ad that’s the last thing anyone in my squadron or on base needs. He’s already stolen my idea on recruiting a Jedi into the Aces to fill up Jay’s old spot. That nerf herder! It was my idea! I’ll show him a prancing bantha or two.
I wouldn’t smack Jay either. And yes, Anndi, I do consider him famous enough.
Nah, I know who my victim would be. This is vaping astral! I’d smack General Wedge Antilles with that trout. And frame Wes for all of it! Great, great, great prank.
This gives me an idea… |
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| Memories! |
[May. 20th, 2005|03:23 pm] |
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If you could only carry one memory with you into the afterlife, which would you choose?
Filswick, only one? That’s not fair. I want to bring all of them with me to the afterlife when I do. Well, assuming there is one.
So, one memory. Um. There was the time that I played my first prank on Janson, during that vapin’ interview to join the Aces. That was a classic. He never expected that sound activated device when I gave him his chair back… No. I want something better than that. If it’s going to be my only memory, I’m not wasting it on Janson.
There’s always one of home on Taanab, but that place was boring. Actually, there was that one night when I was fifteen. I snuck out of home and made my way down to the spaceport. Got involved in a round of strip sabaac, only to discover that… Forget that one too.
Beerspot! That’s it! I’ll take a memory of Jay. But which one do I want? There’s the time we first met, on Borleias. I was looking for Wes and Jay was in his office instead. Talked him into rewiring Durron’s droid so that it would only speak in Huttese. Maybe I shouldn’t mention that one; don’t know if Durron’s on this thing or not.
There’s our first kiss, about nine months ago now. That had caught me by surprise. And you know? That was a perfect kiss. I think I’ll take that one. Our first kiss, and Anndi walking in on it. That’ll last me an eternity. |
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| No Flaws Here |
[Apr. 27th, 2005|11:41 pm] |
What is your worst character flaw?
Wait, is this supposed to imply that I have some sort of flaw? Yeah vapin’ right. Me, have a character flaw? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have no flaws. None at all. Wes likes to complain about me, yes. He says I’m arrogant and nosey and delusional, but honestly? He’s the delusional one. I’m not arrogant, and the nosiness? C’mon, if you lived on Denon with a bunch of other pilots, wouldn’t you want to know what they’re up to? Especially if it provided you with the perfect ammunition for astral pranks?
And delusional. I am not delusional. I’m completely and totally grounded in reality. I know my place as a pilot, and if I occasionally speak out against something Janson said, well, he’s deserving of it. Completely and totally, right Anndi? And no matter what anyone says, pink looks good with yellow. I’m not making that up, and it’s not a vapin’ flaw either. Speaking of, Anndi? You might want to go snap a holo of that lovely new paint job of yours and Wes’s ships. I think pink Ewoks really do them justice.
Jay’s standing behind me, reading this over my shoulder laughing hysterically. He’s saying that my biggest character flaw probably is my arrogance. I swear I don’t know what he’s talking about. I’m not arrogant. He’s still laughing behind me though, something about “believe whatever you want, Lee.”
I swear I have no character flaws. |
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[Apr. 10th, 2005|07:21 pm] |
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Look! Look! Look!
It's me!
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| I'm NEVER Irresponsible |
[Apr. 9th, 2005|01:16 pm] |
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If you could do one totally irresponsible or even bad thing with absolutely no consequences, what would it be and why?
Me? Do something irresponsible? That’s a complete and total lie. Did Wes tell you that? Cause if so, he lies! All the time! It’s part of his delusions. And I don’t do bad things either, so don’t even think about saying I would. Painting Janson’s E-wing with pink polk-a-dots was something he totally deserved. Completely! He let Jay go join the Rogues. It was only fair.
But I guess if I had to pick one completely irresponsible thing to do not like I’ve ever done anything like that before, I’d go and paint General Antilles X-wing with yellow Ewoks all over it and blame it on Wes. That sounds like a class-A prank, don’t you think? And of course, no one would ever know it’s me. And General Antilles wouldn’t get mad at Wes. He actually likes that crazy monkey lizard. Besides, it would be consequence free, right? Which means Janson wouldn’t get in trouble, and neither would I. After five years with me, there’s no filswick way I’d get kicked out of the Aces for something like that.
Or maybe I’d tell Wes that I actually do admire him. No, I’d go and completely redecorate the Rogue’s docking bay, and make them ever regret for taking Jay from the best squadron ever! |
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| TM Question |
[Mar. 30th, 2005|01:03 am] |
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What is so important to you that without it, life would not be worth living? Why?
“Lee, what are you doing?”
Lea looked up from the heavy box next to her E-wing that she had been attempting to lift for the past half a standard hour. With a sigh and a frown, she let go of the crate side, glaring at it as she stood. Her green eyes quickly turned form the box to her boyfriend, who stood their watching in puzzled amusement.
“Filswick, don’t just stand there Beerspot. Give me a hand with that, will you?”
“Do I even want to know what’s in it?”
She smirks. “Of course not. It’s nothing important anyway.”
That earns a skeptical glance. “For something not important, you’re putting a lot of effort into it.”
Lea bounced over to where he stood, tip-toeing briefly to give him a quick kiss. “It really is nothing. Now would you please help me bring this box to my bunk?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know…”
“Pleaaaase?”
“Only if you tell me what’s in it.”
Lea sighed. “Don’t you trust me?”
His grey eyes narrowed at her. “No,” he deadpanned.
With a small sigh she relinquished. “Fine.” Lea pulled down on Jay’s shoulder to whisper into his ear. “It’s pink paint. For Wes’s quarters. But don’t tell him, okay?”
Jay and paint. Take your pick. |
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[Mar. 25th, 2005|12:55 pm] |
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Testing, testing, testing.
Wes Janson is delusional and Jay Andron is the best boyfriend in the galaxy! |
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