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PROMPT POST #2 - CLOSED
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Re: Those two Stormtroopers on patrol ([FILL], 2/2)
(Anonymous) 2016-01-24 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)“I thought someone was going to fix the radar!” Kylo Ren demanded.
“Yes,” said Phasma, “so did we.”
“Matt, the technician?” Hux asked. “He seemed very proud to serve a warrior as mighty as yourself. I can't imagine why he wouldn't have gotten it done already.”
“Pah!” said Ren. “If my incompetent underlings can't fix a simple mechanical malfunction, I suppose I will be compelled to do it myself. But be warned, I am sure the Supreme Commander does not approve of delays in the process.” He grabbed his lightsaber once again, seemingly just for good measure.
With a sigh, RC-0343 backed away from the conversation, waving GS-0128 aside.
“What's happening?” the latter asked.
“Uh, request detail in monitor sector.”
“Roger that,” she said, falling into line as they paced towards the small room. A row of screens displayed various rooms of the base and views of the outside, but nobody could see them there. There was no such thing as a camera looping in on itself forever, and as importantly, nobody to watch RC-0343 set her helmet in front of the blanked-out feed that was supposed to be displaying the trash compactor and embark on their newfound ritual.
“This wouldn't even be that difficult to make up for,” said GS-0128. “If they just dispatched a couple of us to patrol the grounds, we'd have the base covered, we wouldn't need this room, and we could redirect sensors and scanning implements to long-range warnings.”
“It's not that easy,” RC-0343 explained. “I'm not entirely sure Ren trusts us.”
“You and I? Or—the Stormtroopers as a whole?”
“As a whole,” she added. “You're trustworthy. So am I. But the Resistance are savvy, and some of their hackers could easily destabilize the remote sensors.”
“Do you...hmm,” GS-0128 smiled as RC-0343 kissed her again. “The Stormtrooper who left, he didn't have any high-level clearance? They can't be accessing our data from their base, can they?”
RC-0343 couldn't help but glance at the stream from the mess hall, an unbroken line of thousands of troops with their helmets still on making their way for rations. So many faceless targets, and she had to fall for someone who wouldn't always be deterred from speaking her haphazard thoughts. “FN-2187 joined the Resistance? That can't be right.” Leaving Starkiller Base was treasonous and unacceptable, of course, but she supposed an overloaded instinct for self-defense could naturally lead one farther away from Kylo Ren's base of operations than expected. But then, as soon go anywhere else into the galaxy than straight into the nest of rebels who were losing the fight.
“That's just what I heard at mess hall,” GS-0128 protested, “stories get around.”
“Oh, now there's stories too. Great. Wonders will never cease. Listen, FN-2187 was a nobody, and if the resistance were gonna hack us, they'd have done it by now.”
“Huh. Okay. Thank you. Then what did happen to the radar?”
“GS-0128?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up, because now you sound like Kylo Ren. And that is not a voice I want to hear coming out of your mouth.”
“I,” said Kylo Ren, “am going to finish what Darth Vader started!”
“Oh,” said Hux. “What would that be?”
“A true command of the Force, untainted by hesitation or weakness. And an ancient weapon, fit for a master of the dark side.”
“How about an organized army? Accurate, loyal, obedient, glorious?”
“Vader was a visionary,” Ren explained, “not a madman.”
“I told you he'd take it poorly,” Phasma sighed.
“Think I have any need for petty hand gestures and colorful sigils? The garb of my forefathers will serve me better than all your pomp!” Ren yelled, and the omnipresent lightsaber buzzed yet again. Several wall panels gave way (the ceiling being somewhat more important to secure in the wintry climate).
GS-0128's ensuing hand gestures were silent; a turnabout from the hallway she was pacing, beckoning RC-0343 to a stairwell, the careful helmet-setting in the shaft below the stairs, and a brief, nervous kiss in the hopes that anyone who needed to access the second story would be lazy enough to take the elevator.
“Are we any better?” GS-0128 asked. “Than the Stormtroopers from the other war?”
“What?” RC-0343 blurted. “Better how?”
“At...you know. Fighting and stuff.”
“Oh!” She laughed. “Well, sure we are. Think of it this way, your survival rate is 100%.”
“So's yours,” GS-0128 grinned. “And you've been shot at more.”
“From what I hear, the Imperial soldiers were less likely to...fraternize on the job. But then, they probably had more efficient leaders, so they were able to stay more productive.”
“Ooh, I didn't know that. Where'd you hear that?”
Blast. The last thing RC-0343 needed was GS-0128 seeking out more old stories. “A while back, with my old unit. Not sure how reliable they were. I mean—as information sources. They're plenty reliable in the field. Just like you.”
“All right!” GS-0128 lit up. “Let's go see if it's safe to go back.”
Replacing their helmets, they slowly climbed the stairs and started wandering the second floor. Turning another corner, they came across Phasma. “Everything all right?” she asked.
“Yes, ma'am,” said RC-0343.
“You two both wander off into the stairwell, come back a few minutes later with your helmets all jostled...this isn't some completely unsubtle Resistance trap, is it? I'm not falling for those.”
“Absolutely not, ma'am!” GS-0128 declared. “You know us!”
“I...sure.”
“Or maybe if these opaque masks weren't standard policy, you could get into the habit of being a little more familiar—”
“That's enough, GS-0128,” RC-0343 snapped. “Good afternoon, ma'am.”
Phasma just shook her head as she walked away.
“Good news!” RC-0343 smiled. The smile was irrelevant to GS-0128, of course, since it was behind her helmet, but she was smiling anyway. “I finally got medical clearance, and my fighter's in! I'm a pilot again!”
“Congratulations!” said GS-0128. “Can I see?”
“I think so,” said RC-0343, walking towards the shipyard. GS-0128 fell into step behind her.
It was a small fighter, more durable than the model that had crashed, but with less maneuverability. “Are they going to start sending you out on missions?”
“I think maybe transfer work. Long-distance droid repair, that kind of thing. Who knows, maybe I'll even get to patrol the radar outposts.”
“But then who will I wander the halls with?”
It was a question RC-0343 hadn't given much serious thought to. Mostly she tried to plan for one day at a time; any day Ren wasn't ordering GS-0128 into battle or having her investigated for disloyalty was a passable day. “There shouldn't be any shortage of infantry. But if you wanted to backup weaponry here, I think you could put in a request to transfer.”
“Phasma's been cracking down pretty hard on requests. She says they smack of initiative.”
“Oh.” RC-0343 busied herself by powering on the ship's small monitor and glancing at the preset coordinates; sure enough, there was a droid-powered signaling station on the fringes of their solar system that she could manually repair.
But before GS-0128 could make reply, they heard the sound of screaming from the weapons station. “We're running behind schedule!” Kylo Ren announced. “How can you expect to obliterate planets if you can't even staff a simple control room!”
“Please,” Hux replied, “stay out of this, it doesn't concern you—”
“The whole business of this base concerns me! These Stormtroopers have grown lax, their inadequacy will no longer be tolerated.”
By then, RC-0343 wasn't sure if she heard her colleagues whimpering from across the base or just assumed it was the natural next step. “Hide,” she said, nodding at the hatch.
GS-0128 took the co-pilot's seat, stowing her helmet underneath the monitor. RC-0343 climbed in after her, closing the doors. GS-0128 turned toward her, a hopeful expression on her face, but RC-0343 didn't acknowledge her, and continued to type at the computer.
“What's going on?” GS-0128 finally asked.
“You tell me, you can hear them better. Is Ren having another meltdown?”
“This one sounds worse than usual. Maybe he's setting the project back, I don't know. It sounds like this is in even worse shape than the radar.”
“Okay. Then we—wait here until it blows over, I guess. But...look, once I'm out flying, you're in charge, okay? You'll have to keep your fellow Stormtroopers safe.”
“By kissing them? That feels a little unfaithful to you.”
“However you think best.”
“All the same, I'd rather be with you.”
“Wherever I go? It could be dangerous.”
“It's dangerous here, Ren gets worse every day!”
“GS-0128,” RC-0343 finally looked up from the console, “I love you more than I fear Kylo Ren. Do you understand what I'm saying?”
“I think so. Do you measure that in, like, designation numbers?”
Sighing, RC-0343 reached for her blaster. “GS-0128, I think we should leave Starkiller Base for the long-term future. If you don't want to come with me, I can stun you and make it look like we fought. But please don't take up arms against me.”
“Er...I'd rather just take your arms...up. To cuddle with. If that's okay?”
“That's great.” RC-0343 punched at the console yet again, and the fighter rose off the ground, appearing for all the world like she was on her way to the signal station as scheduled. Nervously gripping GS-0128's hand, she maneuvered it to the edge of the field, then slowly rose into orbit. Below them, the sounds of Starkiller Base had died away, the weapon's purpose unknowable, and all the logistics required to train, feed, and lodge countless troops were buried out of sight.
“Get familiar with the weapons station; we shouldn't need them, but just in case,” said RC-0343. “I'll see whether this thing can get to hyperspace.”
“Hey,” said GS-0128. “Did we just defect?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh. Huh. Can we get name-names now?”
“What?”
“I heard FN-2187 got a name-name. Like 'Kylo Ren' or 'Phasma,'” explained GS-0128. “And if you weren't doing it because you believed in something silly, like the Resistance, maybe that would be worth it.”
“Oh. Well—sure, absolutely, you can if you want. I think there might be other, self-interested reasons for defecting, but get your own.”
“Roc.”
“What?”
“R-C. Roc, I heard, a big ol' flyin' thing that snatches little ones to safety. That's you.”
“Oh, no, come on...”
“You've already answered to it, it's you! Or would you rather be another Cubic? Maybe if you're really great, you can have a second name.”
“Let's not get ahead of ourselves.”
“And who am I?”
“I just said, get your own, I don't care.”
“No, it'll mean more coming from you.”
“You are still a very silly goose.”
“G-S. Good enough. A little flier!”
“That's not—”
“That's us! Goose and roc.”
Hyperspace, decided Roc, couldn't come soon enough.
Re: Those two Stormtroopers on patrol ([FILL], 2/2)
(Anonymous) 2016-01-25 04:52 am (UTC)(link)Re: Those two Stormtroopers on patrol ([FILL]: on Ao3)
(Anonymous) 2016-01-26 04:26 am (UTC)(link)"Troopercrantz and Guildenstorm are Off-Duty"
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Re: Those two Stormtroopers on patrol ([FILL]: on Ao3)
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