Hobbes was waiting in the hangar bay on Ringali Station
deep within the Ringali Nebula. His Blackguard Squadron
of A-wings had not been called upon during the recent
ground operation on Chandrila because their weapons were
useless against Imperial armor. As the X-wings and
Y-wings started to land, he began counting, anxiously
looking for the identifying marks of Major Elayne Passik,
the Wing Commander. He had developed a real soft spot
for the woman, which was inevitably turning to true
affection. He took a nervous swig of Corellian whiskey
from his flask as he waited, slowly running out of
X-wings to identify. It was only then at the end that he
spotted the markings of Major Passik, which caused him
to smile with relief that she had survived and joy that
she had returned. Being this close to someone in a war
was bound to make things difficult.
Major Passik had
*no* time to relax over the last couple of operations.
It was like she had taken off her jumpsuit in time to
need to put it on again...which was annoying when her
legs didn't work quite like anyone else's. To make
matters worse, the A-wings were not selected for the
most recent mission. She had to completely trust in the
Knaves Squadron. She was glad to be returning to home,
not so sweet, home. Her thoughts were on a certain
individual. The Commander of the Blackguard Squadron was
who she was coming home today. If the blue accents on
her ship weren't enough to identify her among the other
X-wings, Elayne briefly let herself do a loop the loop
in the X-wing justttt to make sure he knew she was safe
... and to show off! Her ship soon came to settle in the
hangar bay. The Major removed her helmet as she climbed
out of the cockpit, leaving it behind. It took little
effort to find Commander Dillon among the crowd that had
gathered in the hangar bay. She made her way towards him
with a smug grin on her face. "Commander," she said with
a glimmer in her eye. "I see you're starting the party
without me." She referred to the presence of his flask.
"Well if you
hadn't shown off with that loop you might have been on
time," Dillon fired back at her, as he intertwined his
arm with hers and began leading her away from the
commotion in the hangar. "Everything went well I
assume?" he asked her, as the pilots from the mission
seemed to be acting as if they had been victorious. As
he led her through the dark, winding corridors of the
converted gas mining station he passed by droids and
personnel representing at least a dozen alien species.
It was not long before they ended up at a ... supply
closet. "Wait. This isn't right," he said, sounding
quite embarrassed, before pulling out the map she had
given him. "Hmm..." he said, as he began leading her
back from whence they came. Before too long they arrived
at the small bar that had been set up aboard the
station, which was already filling up with personnel
looking unwind after the battles. "That's better!" he
said, before using his rank to arrange for a
semi-private booth for two in the rear.
"Well, you can't blame me for trying to impress you."
She was more than happy to be lead away. "Yes,
thankfully. I was worried I'd have problems without your
Squadron. We even got to take out an AT-AT!" She sounded
excited about that. They always made the best kind of
explosions. Elayne had absolutely no idea where they
were going. It was to her amusement that they ended up
at a supply closet. Oh, she couldn't let him live this
down. "Apparently my maneuvers worked, but a supply
closet? I expected better, Commander!" Elayne teased
him. She was happy to see that he had kept her map, and
that he was actually able to use it to locate the bar.
He was a man after her own little ticker. She needed a
drink and the chance to wind down. She slowly sat down
at the booth made for two. "What were you up to while I
was gone?" Her hand took his beneath the table. She was
*relieved* that they had both survived their latest
missions. She felt like he did; once you found something
worth keeping, you typically lost it. As soon as a droid
appeared to take their order, Elayne ordered some
Corellian whiskey since it was her favorite. For once,
she was pretty damn happy to be home.
impressed me," Dillon informed her, with a smirk, as he
slid comfortably into the booth and motioned for the
serving droid to come over. "Little exercise. Little
rack time. Anything to pass the time while you were
away," he told her, in-between placing orders with the
droid. He, too, predictably ordered a Corellian whiskey.
The droids got tem their drinks much quicker than a
human server, and without the potential for error.
"Scuttlebutt says we might be going out again soon," he
said, as he looked down into his glass of whiskey. He
watched the liquid in the glass swirl around a bit,
while bringing both his hands around it to warm the
liquid within. There did not seem to be much downtime in
this sector, which had caught him slightly off guard. He
brought the glass up quickly, taking a sip, before
smiling across at her. "That was some battle yesterday,"
he said, as his mind drifted back to the cockpit and
some of the close calls they had during the engagement.
Elayne wasn't on
the battlefield, yet she was feeling the heat. She
smiled shyly. The Major placed her drink in front of her
when it arrived. Her eyes remained on Dillon, a little
frown showing on her lips. "Really? *Again*? It's been
rough for us lately, even by Rebel standards. "Looks
like I'll be the one waiting for you on the hangar
tomorrow. So, don't let me down." She warned seriously.
Elayne didn't doubt that they'd spend tonight like they
had been spending their evenings lately; cuddled up. It
had been a difficult week. Not only was it physically
demanding, but it grated on Elayne's mental health. If
there was ever a time where she needed someone in her
life, it was *now*. "Fuck, tell me about it." She picked
up her drink and took a sip. "It was a wreck out
there... And then there you, saving my ass. I never did
get to thank you properly for that." Elayne certainly
lived in the moment. She didn't think twice about
leaning into him and kissing him softly.
"I'm sure with the
amount of sorties you'll have plenty of opportunities to
return the favor and save my ass," Dillon replied,
smirking across the table at her. He never saw her
cybernetic legs when he looked at her. They were never a
distraction and never made him view her as less than.
Therefore he did not even hesitate when he brought his
foot across to her, under the table, as he played
footsie with her. He felt a closeness to her he had not
thought possible with the war raging around them. He
never thought he would find time, nor someone that would
survive long enough to have a real connection to someone
... yet here it was happening. He quickly raised the
glass back to his mouth, taking another much needed
drink of the Corellian whiskey to stiffen his resolve.
That warmness she
had begun to feel spread throughout her body. Dillon
surprised her. He didn't shy away from her limbs, or
lack thereof. She couldn't explain to him the ongoing
recovery process that was losing her limb. Elayne felt
like less of a woman without them. Her days of wearing
dresses and shining with body confidence had ended. Did
she think she'd find anybody? Not at all. Her mind was
so damaged that, at times, it was like a secondary war
was going on inside her head. All of the noise had
stopped temporarily just so she could entertain the idea
of sharing her life, however much remained, with someone
else. She made the effort to play with him. Her booted
feet nuzzled against his and his ankles. She wasn't sure
if she would ever be able to repay him. Fact of the
matter was that Dillon had been saving her ass for
several days. Elayne took a drink. "You're going to stay
with me again tonight, right?" It was a question she
posed to him every night. "We can stop by your bunk and
get your stuff. If they call you out, I don't want you
to be late because of me."
"Of course I'm
staying with you," Dillon said to her, as he reached
across the table to place his hand upon hers
reassuringly. "If this keeps up we should inform
personnel so they can free up my bunk for another
pilot," he suggested, as his finger maneuvered across
her hand like a starfighter performing an evasive
action. "But perhaps I need to start wearing my helmet
to bed. If I hit my head one more time..." he
complained, before breaking into a pleasant laughter.
Morale was high all through the space station after
resounding victories in space and on the ground. "Are
you hungry?" he asked her, as he summoned the droid back
over to them. "I'm hungry!" he announced, before
ordering some bantha ribs from the droid.
Her morale was
certainly soaring. "I think you've just explained why
you should keep staying with me. Think about it,
Commander. *Your* nights won't be lonely, and some other
poor bastard can deal with your crappy refresher.
Besides. . . There are other perks to staying with me.
The hot water actually works in my shower. Don't tell."
She winked. She couldn't help laughing at the idea of
him going to sleep with his helmet on. "Just make sure
you turn the comm off!" She teased him. "Hell yeah, I'm
hungry. Blowing up AT-ATs will do that to a girl!" She
ordered herself her own bantha ribs. They were just the
kind of victory meal she needed. She watched the droid
roll off to fulfill their order. Her head tilted down to
look at their hands. Her hand turned around, fingers
intertwining with his. "If that droid doesn't hurry it
up, I'm gonna eat it." Elayne grinned.
In short order the
droid returned with two platters of bantha ribs that
dominated the table and obstructed his view of her.
"Look at the size of that thing!" he cried out, as he
examined the massive rack of ribs. "I think we could
have shared an order," he told her, before breaking off
a rib and beginning to sloppily eat. "Your secret is
safe with me, Major. I think we're going to both need a
shower after this meal," he said, as he continued to
gnaw at the bone. "You know, to ration hot water for the
others we could take one together," he suggested, as he
put down the first bone and went to work on the second.
The more he ate the more he got to see of her across the
"H-Holy shit." She
gasped. The bantha ribs were bigger than the ribs on her
body! "This seems like one of those meals you want a big
ass baby bib for." Elayne commented, yanking a rib from
the rack. She was starved. She had been eating rations
on a normal basis for some time. "I think we're gonna
need a doggy bag. . . or three." The Major started her
feast. It was goooood! "You know. After being in the
service, you know, for a century, I gotta say the thing
I miss most is food. I've eaten more sickening ration
packets that I want to admit!" She couldn't help but get
BBQ sauce on her as she ate. Dillon's comment was met
with a look...a look that said 'fuck yes' without saying
it. The Commander was a good looking man. He'd proven to
be more than a pretty face already. His heart was kind.
*He* was kind. The redness of her face was clashing with
her pretty blue hair. "*Together*? With *me*? You're
*sure*?" She wanted clarification before she celebrated.
The shower was so small. They'd be close.
"I'm sure," Dillon
replied with a mouthful of food, before bringing his arm
up to wipe away some of the sauce that accumulated on
his mouth. He might have been a skilled pilot, but he
sorely lacked table manners. "If we eat any more of
these we won't fit in the cockpit," he joked, as he
pushed the platter away from him. He took hold of a
napkin and wiped his hands as best he could, before
taking another sip of the whiskey. He leaned back in his
seat feeling warm from the whiskey and full from the
food. So far this transfer to the Ringali Shell had been
wonderful. "I'm glad to be assigned to your command.
Really," he said to her, as he leaned forward and smiled
across at her through the remnant of the rib bones.
Well, there was
something else for the Major to look forward to. Soon,
she would share her bunk with Dillon, her shower, and
more. The woman was only able to make it through one rib
before she was completely filled. She laughed loudly at
his joke. "You're not kidding! It'll be hard to find a
jumpsuit that actually fits." She did her best to clean
up with the napkins left for them but it simply wasn't
enough. Elayne was beginning to look like she had been
in a dogfight with a bottle of BBQ sauce instead of
TIE-fighters. After she smeared sauce down her arm, she
gave up trying to clean herself up until she was in the
shower. "I'm glad you're here. You were exactly what I
needed. I didn't even know it." Elayne had ribs to hide
behind. Hopefully he wouldn't notice how flustered she'd
become. "You wanna head out? I'll lead the way this
"Of course you
didn't know it. How could you ever know someone as
amazing as me existed?" Dillon replied, with a wink,
before sliding out from behind the booth. As he stood he
stretched out and gave out an awkward burp, uncertain as
to whether or not it was from the whiskey or the ribs.
"Lead on. After all, you outrank me," he said, before
taking her by the arm again, and accidentally smearing
more sauce on her. He allowed her to lead this time,
back through the dark and dreary corridors of the space
station to her cabin.
shoulders shrugged. "You got a point, Commander. Maybe I
should review your files and see just how amazing you
are..." She prodded him with her elbow. Slowly, she made
her way out of the booth. When she stood, she felt
roughly ten pounds heavier. She wondered if she'd need
to unbutton the top button of her pants before
attempting seduction. She giggled stupidly at his burp.
She was buzzed and *happy*. Elayne didn't mind leading
at all. Together, they made their way back through the
insane, winding corridors. In no time at all, they were
back in Elayne's pathetic little room. Now they both
looked like they'd fought their dinner instead of ate.
As the door closed behind them and the rest of the world
was shut out, Elayne turned. She grinned mischievously.
"I'm having a *very* good night." She admitted to him,
wrapping her thin arms around his neck. She leaned onto
the tippy toes of her boots and kissed him. Meeting him
had awoke something inside of her; the will to live. She
wanted to keep spending more time with him.
"Oh no. When I was
eight years old my instructor told me my permanent
record would one day be used against me. I guess my day
has finally come," Dillon said, as he turned his
attention to her. Suddenly he grew very quiet ... very
serious. "I ... I may have cheated on a history test
when I was seven," he told her, as he brought his hand
up to wipe away fake tears. "Of course you're having a
good night. You're with me," he said to her, as he rose
his hands up in the air excitedly. "Not that I'm using
you for your hot water, but ... where's your hot water?"
he asked her, as he smirked while looking about her
cramped bunk for any sign of a serviceable refresher. An
elusive target in a hot warzone.
Elayne crossed her
arms over her chest. "Tsk, tsk, tsk! You're such a bad
boy." She laughed and laughed. She was going to have to
pull his record just to see if there were notes on him
cheating on his history test. Dillon was right. Her good
night was based off of him being there, and continuing
to be there. Elayne proceeded further into her room. She
opened up a door that nearly blended in with the wall.
She had a small bathroom with a stand up shower in it.
There was enough room for two and that was it! She
didn't enter the bathroom just yet. Instead, she sat on
the bed and began removing her boots and socks.
Admittedly, some parts of the dressing and undressing
process had never gotten easy for her. As soon as that
task was accomplished, the Major made her way into the
refresher. Her heart was thudding. Dillon was soon to
see her, *all* of her, both prosthetic and flesh alike.
Elayne boldly removed her tank top. Her skin was marred
with scars varying in how large they were. Her right arm
was covered with colorful ink. Pictures depicting the
sky, favored starships, and so on. Her bra would have
followed had her shaking hands not stopped her from
out of his clothing to reveal a respectably toned
physique from having to maintain peak performance in the
cockpit. Sitting long hours in the cockpit had made him
sweat profusely, inadvertently causing the pounds to
fall right off him. Once he was naked he joined her in
the refresher, standing across from her as the
advertised hot water began to rain down upon them. He
wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace that
caused their two bodies intertwine and become one. He
placed his lips upon hers, kissing her with a sense of
passion he had never felt for a woman before. When the
kiss broke, his mouth descended and he began to kiss
down the side of her face and neck. Oh yes ... he was
definitely going to enjoy it here.
Once she was in
the shower, she took a moment to collect herself. She
looked down at her prosthetics nervously. After this
shower, she'd know if Dillon could handle what she
didn't have. She expected her problem to put space
between them right from the beginning, and she would
continue to think that until Dillon got the truth
through her thick skull. The Major turned as he entered
the shower. A smile instantly appeared on her lips, for
the A-wing command truly was a handsome man, both inside
and out. She couldn't stop herself from feeling
attracted to him in every way. She wanted this to work
out. She wanted to know what it was like to truly be
loved. Elayne didn't make the first move. Her legs
seemed to have malfunctioned, though it was all in her
head. It was he who depleted the distance between them
until they were together. From there, everything came
naturally. Their bodies entangled underneath the warm
water. Their mouths fought together in a fit of passion.
In that moment, things aligned in Elayne Passik's
gasped. The night had progressed from the shower, to the
lone piece of furniture in her room, and at last, to her
uncomfortable bunk. As the last of her energy escape
her, Elayne settled into the bunk. The lengthy union
with Dillon lifted her up higher than she ever thought
she could go. She was so *happy*. She was giddy and
laughed. "Mmm. Okay, you can stay with me forever." She
decided for the both of them as she rolled onto her side
and assume the little spoon position that she slept best
in. Elayne's clouded eyes were seeing clearly. Dillon
cared about her. He had given her no reason to believe
that he didn't like *every* part of her.
"With how hot you
are the water could be ice cold and I wouldn't even know
it," Dillon told her, as they got messy, rather than
clean, within the refresher. Before long they were
destroying her entire apartment as they carried on like
a couple of teenagers. When it was over he held her near
in the bed and reflected on how quickly his life had
changed since coming aboard the space station. "I'm
going to need that order in writing, Major," he teased
her, as he allowed his hand to get lost running through
the blue locks of her still damp hair. But then the
smile began to fade and he looked at her with a more
serious expression, while continuing to hold her. "I ...
I love you, Elayne," he told her, after a pause, just to
make sure he really meant it. They were not words he
wanted to throw around lightly, but when he finally said
them he was sure.
She certainly was
made to feel like she was hotter than her X-wing's
engines that night. Elayne was basking in so many good
emotions. It was hard to recall a time where she had
ever been so happy. For her, her 'highs' simply weren't
all that high. "Mmm... I'll do it in the morning." She
promised with a complete lack of will to get out of bed.
She reached down, pulling up the thin covers over them.
She was in her new favorite spot when Dillon confessed
to loving her. She had sworn her heart was full before,
but now it was overflowing with a combination of love
and happiness. She didn't want to lose him on the
battlefield because she had instantly invested herself
in him. Elayne's body nuzzled against his. "I... I love
you, Dillon." She felt comfortable admitting it to him
after they had been so intimate with each other. From
here on out, they were together.