05, Star Wars, Dash Rendar, On the Outside
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adventdrabblesTitle: On the Outside
Universe: Star Wars
Character(s): Dash Rendar
Rating: U
Warnings: N/A
Summary: With the Imperial Fleet overhead, and Echo Base falling about around him, Dash Rendar has one last task to perform.
Length: 413 words
Author's Notes: Foradventdrabbles Day 05. also: external link.
On the Outside
Such animals had saved his life on more than one occasion, he reflected, the ground shuddering beneath his feet, dislodged ice and snow falling overhead. He had had a bad feeling about this, and he’d been happy to tell anyone who would listen about just how grave his misgivings truly were, but he knew from experience that men like Rieekan did not make a habit of listening to smugglers unless their names began with Han and ended with Solo.
A tremor ran through the compacted snow at his feet, and he placed his hand, wrapped in a glove of borametz leaf, upon the vibrolock of the pen, the overwhelming smell of animal musk and droppings rising up to greet him.
The first transport was away, that was the last he had heard, but he wasn’t sure the Empire would make the same mistake twice when it came to the second transport, and he needed to be back in the Outrider before the entire base collapsed around him.
Anxiously, he keyed in the four-digit code and the vibrolock pinged once in acknowledgement. Wasting no time, he heaved open the gate, the dark eyes of each tauntaun within turning slowly towards him, the beasts lowing softly at this unexpected arrival.
Taking his blaster from his holster, he slammed the butt against the polysteel of the gate.
“Come on,” he shouted. “Come on, you big lugs, you don’t want to die here, right? I’m setting you free!”
The ground shook, a dusting of snow falling upon the coarse, grey fur of the nearest tauntaun, and at last the dumb beasts seemed to get the idea, trotting out with murmuring displeasure into the corridors, nervously looking around them.
Turning from the open gate, Dash Rendar hastened over to the door that led to the base’s furthest docking bay, dialling in another key code, and opening it wide to reveal the metal runway and the biting, cold air beyond.
Curious and inquisitive, the tauntauns came padding after him, wrinkling their snouts, and turning towards the scent of the bitter cold, those distant plains that they instinctively knew as home.
“That’s right,” Rendar said softly, “you better get going while the going’s good.”
He took one last look at them as they shuffled, and then trotted ahead, following the scent of the wind, and, with a soft smile, he turned and raced away in the direction of the Outrider and whatever caustic comment Leebo might have prepared for him.
Universe: Star Wars
Character(s): Dash Rendar
Rating: U
Warnings: N/A
Summary: With the Imperial Fleet overhead, and Echo Base falling about around him, Dash Rendar has one last task to perform.
Length: 413 words
Author's Notes: For
adventdrabbles Day 05. also: external link.On the Outside
Such animals had saved his life on more than one occasion, he reflected, the ground shuddering beneath his feet, dislodged ice and snow falling overhead. He had had a bad feeling about this, and he’d been happy to tell anyone who would listen about just how grave his misgivings truly were, but he knew from experience that men like Rieekan did not make a habit of listening to smugglers unless their names began with Han and ended with Solo.
A tremor ran through the compacted snow at his feet, and he placed his hand, wrapped in a glove of borametz leaf, upon the vibrolock of the pen, the overwhelming smell of animal musk and droppings rising up to greet him.
The first transport was away, that was the last he had heard, but he wasn’t sure the Empire would make the same mistake twice when it came to the second transport, and he needed to be back in the Outrider before the entire base collapsed around him.
Anxiously, he keyed in the four-digit code and the vibrolock pinged once in acknowledgement. Wasting no time, he heaved open the gate, the dark eyes of each tauntaun within turning slowly towards him, the beasts lowing softly at this unexpected arrival.
Taking his blaster from his holster, he slammed the butt against the polysteel of the gate.
“Come on,” he shouted. “Come on, you big lugs, you don’t want to die here, right? I’m setting you free!”
The ground shook, a dusting of snow falling upon the coarse, grey fur of the nearest tauntaun, and at last the dumb beasts seemed to get the idea, trotting out with murmuring displeasure into the corridors, nervously looking around them.
Turning from the open gate, Dash Rendar hastened over to the door that led to the base’s furthest docking bay, dialling in another key code, and opening it wide to reveal the metal runway and the biting, cold air beyond.
Curious and inquisitive, the tauntauns came padding after him, wrinkling their snouts, and turning towards the scent of the bitter cold, those distant plains that they instinctively knew as home.
“That’s right,” Rendar said softly, “you better get going while the going’s good.”
He took one last look at them as they shuffled, and then trotted ahead, following the scent of the wind, and, with a soft smile, he turned and raced away in the direction of the Outrider and whatever caustic comment Leebo might have prepared for him.
