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Jailed together?!
"This, is a huge mistake!” Boil ranted to the officer who had cuffed the trooper without too much of an explanation.
“Take it up with the magistrate.” The local LEO simply told him, totally disregarding the furious state the trooper was in dragging him along.
Boil was fully clad in armour and kit having landed on the planet just a few moments ago after having volunteered on an recon op on a former Seppie stronghold. Well, he had been requested to join on this mission, but yeah, Boil had certainly jumped on the opportunity out of boredom. The admin work he had done up and til now having come to an end with Bol only waiting to take off to his, guess new life?
“I’m part of a delegation…” Boil kept on trying even if the officer wasn’t a bit interested. Not exactly true either, but the team was there undercover so.“I am here to meet up with the rest of my people.”
Yeah, he wasn’t exactly sure as to whom and how many of them there would be, the communique having been vague mostly. But Boil was winging it at this point, wondering why he had volunteered in the first place on this karking mission! Oh yeah, boredom!
“Save it soldier. In ya go!”
Boil was pushed onto the small, dank and somewhat smelly cell rather unceremoniously. No matter how he tried to complain the officer wasn’t interested in his story. Clearly!
“But I…” the door closed and locked behind him, leaving Boil standing there bewildered, confused and angry. Seething through his teeth what he should have asked up front when the officer was still in hearing range. “I need my one comms!”
Boil was so deep in his own dilemma, his thoughts that he had not even registered his surroundings until…
“Well, well, well. Look what the nexu just dragged in.”
Boil’s mouth opened and closed. Opened again and closed, again. The voice, despite the same as so many others, was still so distinct to be anyone else but… “Waxer?!”
The shadowy figure rose up from the only bunk in the cell, something of a problem for sure if this turned up to become a long stay? Remaining standing there as if afraid to move closer. Not that there was much room to begin with.
“Heh, yeah is me. Long time no see huh!”
It had been some time that much was true. The two of them not having spoken let alone seen each other since Waxer had left for Coruscant to become one of the Guards there. But this, was not Coruscant. And Waxer too was in his old trooper armour rather than the Coruscant Guard one.
“Why are you here?” Yeah, Boil still housed some animosity towards Waxer for leaving him. Oh yeah, it had turned to become that way in Boil’s mind. Even if he had been the one to walk out their quarters. Potato, tomato!
“What? No hello? No how are you? No I’ve missed you dearly?” Waxer sounded slightly hurt, but mostly humorous if not a touch on the sarcasm present there. But they had split up so why would it bother Boil how Waxer felt? Right?
“Hello Waxer.” Boil sighed rather theatrically but mostly, he was frustrated. The mission certainly not having started well at all and then ending up face to face with his former lover… nope, not good at all!
“Good to see ya too, Boil.”
Boil glazed up at Waxer, seeing his former partner there was… well, as honestly despite his current dilemma, good. Boil really was glad to see Waxer. And truthfully, he had missed Waxer. A lot.
“So, guess you’re on a job here too?” Waxer guessed seeing as Boil was in full uniform and all. Then again, so was he so…
Boil sighed again, somewhat of a trend for him it seemed before making the decision and moving to sit beside Waxer, who had sat back on the bed, patting the side as an invitation for Boil to join him.
“You’re not exactly dressed like a Guard either.”
They were both right. They weren’t exactly doing the things they had been designated to since their two had last seen each other.
“So, secret mission?”
“Yeah, secret mission.”
*
They must’ve sat there for a while, not talking. Not really, unless weather, the trip over and what they had for first meal counted. They really had come so far… it was unbelievable how not able they were to talk to each other.
The initial shock of seeing their former partner and not just that but on a mission and on a former Seppie home-world after all the hype that the war was over and all and the troopers moving along. Well it was, surprising. For both of them.
“So, you got drafted then?” Waxer guessed having kept tabs on Boil secretly but of course, knowing all too well Boil was about to get his severance pay and head off from Kamino to some Force forsaken planet somewhere on the Outer Rim? Well, that had been a shock to hear, but yeah. It was Boil’s choice to make.
“Yeah, I did. The republic government suspects some underground movement growing here so I was supposed to join in with a squad to check it out. I was just about to meet my team when, well the local law enforcement officers just dragged me here from the spaceport without too much of an explanation.”
“Heh me too.” Waxer chuckled. “And guess, I’m your team.”
Boil’s eyes grew impossibly wide. “Wot?”
“Yeah, that. I am. Got the orders yesterday and flew right in.”
“So you knew I was coming in.”
“Yeah I did.” Waxer looked a tad too coy for his own good.
It did not go past Boil either, knowing Waxer far too well. “Wot. Did you do?”
“I um…I did request you. Personally.”
Boil could only stare at Waxer in confused bewilderment. But, it was a done deal them being here, working together? And most likely having been caught by the very group they were on the planet to check out. The officer possible on the take or then on the movement’s side.
“So, now what?”
“Now, we simply wait.”
“For what exactly?”
“My backup.” Waxer grinned and opened his palm. The familiar glow visible now under his skin.
“A sub-dermal homing beacon?”
“Yup. That’s the ticker laddie!”
To be continued