Video 001 | Week 78, Thursday

[sfoils]

[ The speaker looks positively average: brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin. His voice is composed despite the message. ] I am Commander Wedge Antilles of Rogue Squadron. [ He shifts closer into view, wincing in pain. But as quickly as it comes, it goes. He settles his expression back into neutrality. ] I've crash landed here and I'd appreciate help fishing out my snubfighter. Or at least getting my cargo and astromech out of it.

I don't have much in the way of payment, but there's three bottles of my world's best whiskey in there. [ And Kettch, Wedge remembers absentmindedly. ] Oh, and some food rations. [ Wryly. ] Unless you like cardboard, I wouldn't recommend them.

Antilles out. [ And the transmission ends. ]

Comments

[kettchmeifyoucan]

[Let it not be said that Wes is unreliable. He's already there, waiting. He's happy to see Wedge after about three years, but that doesn't mean he's about to escape some good natured ribbing. THere are rules, when you crash and are not in any immediate danger of dying, after all.]

Still got all your limbs?

[sfoils]

[ It hasn't been that long since Wedge saw Wes, no more than a couple of hours. Yet he missed this. Near-death experiences always leave you craving normalcy. Even if it comes in the form of your XO ribbing you. ] Do I look like Hobbie? [ To make a point, he jumps off the bike, and regrets it immediately. ] I guess Wedge Antilles does hop on one transparisteel leg now.

[last_ofthe_jedi]

[As he slides off the bike Luke grins at Wes' joke, but then quickly cringes when he turns around and just catches Wedge's hop. Quickly, he moves to grab his arm to offer some stability. That looked like it hurt.]

Hey hey, take it easy! We know you're not Hobbie, alright? You can prove yourself when you're not bleeding everywhere. [The joke was funny, but let's not encourage Wedge to do that again. Luke lifts his arm up over his shoulders and starts leading him into the hospital.]

[kettchmeifyoucan]

[Wes squints, trying to determine if Wedge looks like Hobbie. Not particularly, he decides. OTher than the blood. Blood looked like Hobbie.]

Some of the doctors get seriously grumpy about it.

[Not that he would ever make a medic grump]

[sfoils]

[ Wedge wants this giant shard out of his thigh. A refresher so this film of salt and sweat and sand will slough off his skin. A stiff drink, and the company of good friends.

Exhaustion's starting to set in. He leans against the bike a bit too much, eyes half-closed as he fights hard not to let them close. ] Just...get me inside, alright?

[last_ofthe_jedi]

[Luke presses his lips together. Yup, Bones will get a kick out of this. And by kick he means an ulcer.]

Alright, alright, we're going.

[Luke takes as much of Wedge's weight as he can manage and helps him into the building. Once inside he waves with his free hand at any staff on duty who can help them.]

[sfoils]

[ Continued here. ]