hellobugbite: (your alarm bells should be ringing)
--a laundry list of grievances longer than my arm.
and I am never going back to Cincinnati.
all those bridges have burned down to the ground--


Secure the perimeter, runs the first line of a sentry’s catechism that he memorized lifetimes ago, and so he does.

Changes the access codes and locks of his quarters.

Leaves a discrete duffle full of personal effects in Wes’s flight locker.

Quit my post only when properly relieved.

Gives over command of Two Flight to Gavin.

Spends the rest of the deployment flying sorties with an A-wing squadron under Crespin’s command, lost in the furious concentration required of a slim pilot.

Tycho demands an explanation.

Talk to no one except in the line of duty.

He doesn’t have one.

“I request a transfer,” he says instead, shoulders locked at attention. “Owing to conflict of interests.”

His papers come through the next day, giving him command of a training squadron based on Coruscant.

He leaves his Rogue squadron patch behind on Tycho’s desk.
hellobugbite: (everyone is so--- near)
Fandom: Star Wars
Character(s): Hobbie Klivian
Rating: PG-13ish
Notes: Imperial Academy, and a rebellion.

day turns night )
hellobugbite: (looking for the defects)
Fandom: Star Wars, [livejournal.com profile] milliways_bar
Character(s): Hobbie Klivian, others
Rating: PG-13ish
Notes: I wanted to do a bunch of writing exercises, and liked the idea of the "50-words-50-one-sentence-stories" that's been going around. And then I started working on a list and realized that some of my ideas worked more as... not that, really. So this is a collection (or will be eventually) of 50 sentences or paragraphs or what have you.

It is taking me a stupidly long time to do these, so I'm going to post them as I go instead of waiting fifty billion years to finish all 50.

some things they come, all things they go )
hellobugbite: (punch out punch out)
Out of the country until early July 2006!

If there's any threads I should read or posts I should see, here'd be a good place to link to them.

Clear skies, you guys, and I'll see you again soon!
hellobugbite: (it's worse than that)
--a great rushing wind around his snubfighter, audible since he's tumbling down through the beginnings of atmosphere, and the peculiarly sick feeling that settles around his stomach every time he has to punch out of an X-wing with the booster rockets that fire him up and away from his fighter and then blessed quiet as his head smacks back against something--

Sometimes you fly.

Sometimes you fall.

And sometimes you land.

When he wakes, swimming up through a tank of bacta, there's Wes, same as always, only not, and he coughs back the bacta tickle in his throat.

"Wes. I should tell you something."

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