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Wes drummed his fingers restlessly on the bar, something he had been doing pretty much non-stop since they arrived. After a few minutes, Hobbie simply couldn’t take it anymore and he reached out to grab Wes's hand.
Wes looked over at his friend and sighed deeply. "I can’t help it, Hobbie! I'm bored. I wish there were actually something to do around here."
"We could always go scour the carbon off our X-Wings again."
"I was actually thinking of something somewhat resembling fun."
Hobbie shrugged, "there are worse things we could do."
Wes snorted and shook his head. "Hobbie, with you there is always something worse."
A throat cleared. Wes and Hobbie looked up and were rather surprised to see Wedge standing there with two datapads in his hand. After a moment he handed them over.
"Well boys, it seems you have been reassigned. Command has seen fit to give you a squadron to train. I knew they were desperate, but I had no idea it was this bad. Just try not to scar the recruits too much, would you?"
Hobbie looked after Wedge in disbelief as he walked away. "We’re instructors?"
Wes skimmed through the information on his datapad. He then sighed as he tossed it aside and then ordered them both another drink. "I hate it when you're right."
Picking up his glass, Hobbie tossed back what was left and then nodded as he set it back down. "You and me both."