Hobbes opened his eyes slowly on what he thought might
be his last day. As he rolled over onto his side he
caught sight of Major Passik, whose bunk he had been
sharing. "Good morning," he said, as he allowed himself
to linger a little longer in bed. By the look of the
chronometer on the wall they did not have long left
before they needed to suit up for battle. "You think
they'll call it off?" he asked her, perhaps naively, as
he did not want to risk losing her in the engagement.
Whenever he had something to lose he usually lost it. As
much as he enjoyed the time he had spent with her, he
now had quite the distraction for the upcoming battle.
More pilots lost their lives in the cockpit due to
distractions than enemy actions, he thought to himself
as he lay there, smiling at her. He brought his hand up
to brush away a stand of blue hair that had fallen into
her face from bedhead.
downpour of depression that normally covered Major
Elayne Passik had momentarily stopped. Since the
incident, the night before a battle was spend in the
fetal position in bed. Those nights were sleepless. She
reflected on what it was like to crash on an Imperial
planet and awake trapped. However, her pre-battle panic
attack had been derailed when she decided to invite
Dillon to stay. Elayne had slept like a damn angel. When
she awoke, it was natural and calm. Her eyes opened.
Today was the day. She had been massively stressed out
about this battle. They'd been out there once already.
They knew what they were up against. "Good morning." She
mumbled, still waking up. She slowly shifted onto her
back so she could look at him. "I think the chances of
seeing loth-cats grow wings and fly is more likely than
that..." She sighed. She understood loss. It wasn't her
legs alone that she had lost in all her years with the
Her hair was a
mess. She still looked sleepy. A single good night's
rest didn't overshadow many nights of not sleeping. She
couldn't help smiling softly. If she died today, then
she had a fulfilling last night. "Hopefully those damn
Dancers behave themselves today. With that insane
Squadron, I might need to pack an extra pair of pants."
Her eyebrows furrowed. She leaned forward to place a
single, quick kiss on his lips. "Thank you for staying
with me, Commander."
Dillon began to
wake up, lifting his head quickly ... too quickly ... as
his head impacted one of the conduits that ran over her
bunk. The room had originally been for storage, not
habitation, and therefore included a lot of out place
conduits and piping. "I've got to get used to that. Some
situational awareness I have," he said, as he brought
his hand up to rub his head. "You don't have to thank
me, Major. I enjoyed having a safe port in this storm,"
he said, before he heard an overhead voice ordering
pilots to the briefing room in fifteen minutes. "That's
us," he said, with a frown, as he was not quite ready to
start the day. "Of course they can't start without you,
Wing Commander," he teased her, but he did not want to
be the cause of her tardiness. That is how rumors got
started, and how commanders got undermined.
softly. "You alright? I think these bunks are created to
be a pain in our asses. Trust me, my situational
awareness ain't at its peak this early in the morning.
We can all be thankful that there isn't piping above our
heads when we're flying." Elayne flexed her legs slowly.
The warmness filled her soul again as he made it clear
that he hadn't minded spending time with her. The night
had been so intimate and close. The few times she awoke,
he was always there: *always* close. There was a hint of
excitement in her eyes and she looked like she had
something to say until she heard the announcement. She
slunk back into the bed. "Five more minutes..?" She
wiggled her eyebrows and grinned. "Ooh, alright. I'm
movin', I'm movin'." She rose from the bed and
stretched. She reached her arms out wide then stretched
each leg individually. Seriousness fell over her as she
grabbed a boot and began dressing herself. "I can't put
sugar on this one, Commander. Today is going to be tough
as nails. We're going to lose people today." She looked
down. "...Hopefully not each other." She commented
quietly enough that he could hear her.
Dillon swung his
legs over the side of the bunk and slowly stood up,
feeling a bit of a throbbing in his head from that flask
full of whiskey ... now emptied. "Don't think like that,
Maj- ... Elayne," he said, as he turned to face her as
she began getting suited up. "If you think like that
you'll make it happen," he warned her, knowing all too
well. His own flightsuit was back in his bunk, which he
did not even know how to get to. While he was busy
rushing her along it was he who was in danger of being
late. "Um. How do you get to C-284 from here?" he asked
her, as he brought his hand up to his curly salt and
pepper hair to rub his head. "I really need to find a
map," he told her, with a smirk and a snort as he
checked his chrono.
He was right. She
was dooming them all to death if she kept her head
buried in the ground. It would have been nice to lazy in
bed with the Commander. Instead, she was heading to war
with him. She stopped dressing with a soft laugh.
"Here." She turned away from him. She opened up what
looked to be an old file cabinet that she was now using
as a makeshift dresser. She dug around in her belongings
for a moment before pulling out a small, square device.
She activated some buttons on it and a holographic
display of the gas station appeared. She handed it to
him. "Here. I try to make these every time we end up
somewhere new to make life easier for everyone. We're
right here." She said, her finger lingering over the
map. "And you need to get to hear." She pointed with a
different finger. "So go right, then take the lift up to
the lower level. You'll follow this corridor for a bit,
then you'll be there." Elayne dropped both of her hands
after handing over the device. "You should get movin'."
They wouldn't have another moment alone before the
battle. Elayne began testing her luck early that
morning, stepping forward into him to hug him. She
kissed him, but it seemed so much more shy and fleeting
that the bold kiss she gave him last night. "You'll
spend tonight with me too?" She asked him, walking him
to her door.
"It looks so small
from the outside," Dillon said, as he examined the map
of the Rebel gas mining station. Again the voice came
over the speaker alerting them that the pilots were
needed. "Better hurry," he said, as he turned, and began
to leave the room. He stopped, then rushed back towards
her. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, pressing
his lips against hers in a passionate, fiery kiss. When
the kiss broke he froze, studying every feature of her
face in case he never saw it again, and so that it could
inspire him in the battle to come. "For luck," he told
her, before turning to leave once again. "And yes, I'll
be right back here tonight," he said, before darting
down the corridor with her map to find his way back
towards his bunk. He had been given no time in the
refresher, which was going to make his cockpit one
unpleasant place to be in the current engagement. As he
closed his eyes all he could see was Elayne's beautiful
face. He thought he was a gonner.