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It should, thought Hobbie, be more difficult to procure a ship without any money. Of course, that's the nice thing about being friends with smugglers. Of course, the Terriks had always been good to the Rogues in their various incarnations. And it wasn't really procure since Booster expected his skiff back 'without a scratch' and all that jazz. And Hobbie was more than sure the wiley old smuggler (or whatever he was calling himself, these days) would expect a favor out of Hobbie in the future.

No matter. It was the only (quick and relatively easy) way for him to get transport out to Terra. He wasn't technically back on duty yet from his little vacation so he hadn't been given access to any military craft. And Hobbie was fairly certain once he was back on duty he wouldn't be given much of a chance to go jaunting off to Terra.

Unless he came up with a training exercise that involved the planet....

Hobbie filed that thought away for later. Anyway, this was his best bet since civilian craft didn't, as a rule, come out that way. He'd deal with whatever Terrik wanted whenever that came up but Hobbie trusted Booster enough not to make it a hardship. Or treasonous. That sort of thing.

And then he didn't have much time for random thoughts, since the ship was dropping out of hyperspace. He'd set it to enter realspace somewhere around the vicinity of Neptune's orbit. Close enough he could get a message in to Wes, but far enough away not to be noticed until he had his coordinates.

Leaning over the instrument panel, Hobbie keyed in the code for Wes' comlink.

"Janson, you there?"

Nothing.

He tried again, "Janson?"

Still nothing.

"Dammit, Wes, don't make me come all the way out here and then not answer your kriffing comms!" Hobbie rolled his eyes and waited a few minutes. It was possible Janson was in the shower. Or sleeping (what time was it where he was on Terra right now, anyway?). Or something. They probably should have coordinated this better (but then they wouldn't be them, would they?).

After about twenty minutes, Hobbie tried again. And still no answer. Which had him worried but he tried to tell himself he was just annoyed and frustrated. And then he spent a few minutes scrabbling around for wherever he kept extra numbers. Like Mia's. Wes had mentioned she was down there, right?

There really needed to be more Republic comms on that damn planet. It would make things easier.

"Mia?" He paused. "Mia, it's Hobbie. Klivian." Please answer so I can find out what the kriff is going on...

Date: 2007-12-11 04:08 am (UTC)
mia_j: (unsure)
From: [personal profile] mia_j
Mia heard a beeping and started a little out of her reverie. What... oh, her comlink. And Hobbie's voice. She picked it up to answer it.

"H... Hobbie?" Her voice came out softer than she intended and she swallowed. Kriff. She'd forgotten he was coming. "Hobbie? Where are you?"

Date: 2007-12-11 01:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rogue-skeptic.livejournal.com
"Somewhere about the eighth planet out in the Terran system."

If this hadn't been a comlink, he might have noticed something wrong in the tone of her voice, but such subtle things don't really carry well over 4 billion something kilometers. "Where the kriff is Janson and why isn't he answering his comlink?"

Hobbie'd been sitting alone enough out there to be annoyed, but again, it was annoyance covering worry.

Date: 2007-12-12 02:43 am (UTC)
mia_j: (looking down b&w)
From: [personal profile] mia_j
There was a pause while she tried to find the right words. There weren't any.

"There's... there's been an incident." Her voice sounded strange and dry and hoarse.

Date: 2007-12-12 02:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rogue-skeptic.livejournal.com
"An...incident?" Hobbie frowned at the comm while his mind raced through all the scenarios he could imagine having happened.

None of them were happy things.

"What sort of an incident?" he asked in a tone that really said, and who am I going to have to blow up because of it?

Date: 2007-12-12 02:59 am (UTC)
mia_j: (looking down b&w)
From: [personal profile] mia_j
Another significant pause.

"You should... you should just get here." Speaking was difficult. Her throat felt thick and made her voice thick too. "Please?" She hadn't meant to add that last part, but it'd just come out, and it had come out almost as a plea. She didn't know why she wanted to see Hobbie so much. Someone from her world, from Wes' world, that she could make sense of all this with.

Date: 2007-12-12 03:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rogue-skeptic.livejournal.com
Something cold settled in his guts at her words. He may have been mentally praying to whoever was out there that this was some sick joke being played on him. That he was making more out of it than was really there. That he'd land and Wes would be there laughing his ass off at the look on Hobbie's face. Something.

It took him a moment to remember he had to actually say something. "I'm on my way," he said finally. "Just tell me where to go." He didn't particularly care at this moment if she told him to land in the middle of Times Square.

Date: 2007-12-12 03:26 am (UTC)
mia_j: (looking down b&w)
From: [personal profile] mia_j
"I... we're up in some town north of New York. I don't know, where do you usually land?" Wes took care of all this. Wes knew all this. Didn't Wes have a ship here somewhere? And what would they do with it now? There were so many things...

"Hobbie, they..." He had to know before he got here, but she couldn't form the words. Saying the words would make it real and she wouldn't be able to stay in denial.

Date: 2007-12-12 03:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rogue-skeptic.livejournal.com
"If he hasn't changed it, I should be able to manage the old landing site."

He didn't want to know what she had almost said. Except that he did, too. He wanted her to say the exact opposite of what he was fearing. "They what, Mia?" He was already setting the skiff into motion, angling for the right vector to reach Earth through a micro-jump after getting far enough away from Neptune to be out of its gravity well.

Date: 2007-12-12 03:52 am (UTC)
mia_j: (looking down b&w)
From: [personal profile] mia_j
"I don't know. I don't know if he changed it. I haven't been here for almost a year and then they..." She realized her voice was a bit curt and short but it trailed off. "They..."

After stumbling through several "they's," she finally clarified. "Aidan and Wes are... They..." More several tries and she began silently crying. She closed her eyes as tears finally spilled out. Why did she have to say this? Why couldn't she go on not believing it? "Aidan and Wes are... Wes and Aidan... they're dead." The last two words came out in such a soft whisper, she barely heard herself.

Date: 2007-12-12 04:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rogue-skeptic.livejournal.com
Hobbie's fingers curled into the arm of his pilot's seat, digging into the material. He wanted to interrogate her further, get the who's and the why's and the where's. But he needed to get there first. He needed to see with his own eyes.

The rumors of Wes' death had been greatly exaggerated before now, after all.

"I'm almost there. Call me a cab and have them meet me at this address," he gave her the address to the hangar where he'd parked his ship before, "and tell them to take me wherever you are. I'll worry about paying the guy. I won't be long."

Date: 2007-12-12 05:26 am (UTC)
mia_j: (looking down b&w)
From: [personal profile] mia_j
"We might be back in New York soon. I... I don't know when we're leaving. Call me when you land. I'll have a cab waiting at the address so you can come here or go to... Wes and Aidan's house." The words felt empty, because whose house was it now?

Date: 2007-12-12 12:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rogue-skeptic.livejournal.com
"Alright," he agreed, "I'll call when I land. It shouldn't take long. Klivian, out."

His voice had taken on a clipped, businesslike tone. Probably because that was the only way he was going to hang onto his composure long enough to do what he needed to do.

He thumbed the comm off and set about finishing the calculations for the micro-jump. The longest part of this would be maneuvering for a landing.

Date: 2007-12-13 03:11 am (UTC)
mia_j: (looking down b&w)
From: [personal profile] mia_j
"See you later."

She felt bad telling him like she did, but she could barely get the words out. She knew Wes and Hobbie were best friends, or had been, or something. Hobbie deserved to know before coming on planet. She hoped it really wouldn't take too long for him to get there.


[I dunno if you wanna end it here? Or keep going and have her meet him at the house...? I'm fine either way.]

Date: 2007-12-13 01:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rogue-skeptic.livejournal.com
[we can just leave it here and pick up after the weekend, since Dia and Tina have asked everybody to wait until they reorganize some stuff.]

Date: 2007-12-13 05:07 pm (UTC)
mia_j: (Default)
From: [personal profile] mia_j
[yeah that's totally fine with me :) posted this awhile before their posts went up and wish I'd waited. ah well.]

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