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Boil sighs as Yag Duhl roils out the viewport beneath them. Its massive storms are so intense that it’s only native intelligent species is the exoskeletoned Givin.
Through a series of logical but incredibly irritating choices everyone in the 212th and the 501rst had to double-bunk on the Negotiator. Because not only was the planet below not inhabitable to human life except in a few limited domed cities, it also had recently been separatist. So they were stuck on the ship docked to one of the planet’s few remaining orbital stations that had survived the battle. Which did not have nearly enough bunks for both the compliments of both the 212th and the 501rst. So the logical choice was to have them stay on the ship. And because the Negotiator had been more damaged than the Resolute they all had to pile into the 501rst’s venerator.
And to add insult to injury, although the Resolute was in better shape its engines needed serviced. So the rest of the ship was running on backup power. But with double the troopers on board, other systems had to be turned off to maintain life support. “Non-essential” systems in this case included gravity. Which meant Boil had spent the last several days sick as a dog, because humoniods were supposed to have gravity to keep fluids in the lower half of their body. Which was why artificial gravity was one of the first inventions of every space faring civilization right after rocket engines.
Otherwise they get what Boil had. Space Adaptation Syndrome (SAS) which had a list of incredibly fun symptoms only a medic could love. Boil was finally feeling better but it had taken 3 days.
To be fair, floating in Zero G is rather fun. Waxer does a somersault past him down the corridor in his blacks just for the hell of it. And Boil fully suited from his shift guardian the bridge zooms down the hallway upside down to where the venator’s “floor” was just because he can.
Then in front of him Boil sees Jesse of the 501rst, floating along a side corridor,instantly recognizable by the enormous republic cog tattoo on his head. Double Bunking with Torrent ARC squad had been a hell of a way to get to know a vod, and Boil can now say he was way more familiar with Torrents ARC squad than ever anticipated.
He’s dressed…. Oddly…
He’s wearing something fuzzy in place of his armor. It’s white, it’s fluffy. Boil almost asks him what’s going on but Waxer shoves him against the bulkhead and shushes him. Jesse must hear them anyway because he raises his hand to his lips in the universal symbol for quiet. And Boil sees his hand is covered in a white fluffy paw paw with enormous claws.
Down the corridor ahead comes Hardcase, another 501rst ARC, obviously fresh from the showers, and heading to the mess like them. Jesse quickly pokes his head into the corridor, sees Hardcase, and breaks into a grin. He puts on the head of the —costume. And that’s when Boil gets it. It’s a white, fluffy, Wampa costume. Floating in space.
Waxer, who’s pushed Boil against the bulkhead and has no helmet, hisses in his Boil’s audio intake. “Hit record! Hit record, this is going to be good!”
Boil does manage to hit record as Jesse tosses them a cheeky salute and then levers himself around the corner. And right behind Hardcase.
There’s a shriek, and then Hardcase is flying toward the mess at top speed, a zero g wampa flying in close pursuit.
Boil grabs onto the bulkhead and steadies himself and Waxer as they both crack up. Boil checks and confirms he got the recording. The holovideo is absolute gold.