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The much needed Cigarette Break?
They were on the top, the top of the galaxy…
…well, not really, but they were on top of Coruscant. Sort of.
The building certainly among the tallest on the planet of a city. The roof having become a sort of a refuge for them all. A respite for those in a need of a break from it all.
As it was for the Corries.
The lot of them spending plenty of sanctioned and unsanctioned time off there. Hiding from the brass, even the Commanders themselves doing it and letting the others slide into the habit as well.
This time, it was Fox and Thire’s turn to have a much deserved long, long break.
The Caf in the thermos mugs, the tall one for Fox but of course and Thire having a smaller one.
The other trooper not as fond of the dark liquid as Fox seemed to be. But it was good for many reasons. One of them being Fox able to survive with his eyes open (to some extent) all across the long days. How Fox managed to sink buckets of the stinky stuff into him was still a mystery even to his closest friends.
None of them daring to ask about it, thinking it was some kind of supernatural power Fox possessed. And so not really daring to talk about it either. But yeah, Fox loved his Caf, the bitter tasting liquid he called Precious and a life saviour.
And so the two troopers having made themselves comfortable on the roof. Seated in the lounge chairs the team had dragged on top there a long time ago, ever since having found this special place.
Despite fair warnings, Caf wasn’t the only ‘drug’ the Corries were abusing during their breaks. Nothing too bad though, just…
… as it was, just for the nerves as Stone had put it. They also all smoked, sometimes. Not all the time. But usually during those times when things had gotten really rough, heated, stuff happening and breaking all around them without warning.
The nerves becoming more frail than usual and the death sticks calmed said nerves. At least if one believed enough that became the truth. Sort of?
And today was certainly one of those days. And the faith was certainly present for the troopers for their nerve healing sticks.
The Guard having been alerted to a rather particular incident early on. And now? Well now it was all over and the day almost done. The reports still waiting to be compiled and sent. Alas, there was no hurry. They were practically off the clock anyway.
The puffs of smoke filling the air as Fox and Thire inhaled their nerve cigarettes.
“Rough day, huh!”
“You can say that again.”
“Guess I will.”
They chucked for a spell.
“Rough day.”
There wasn’t really much to say after that. It really had been a difficult situation, lives almost lost, alas thankfully, not today. Not at least their own or their comrades. Alas, the one natborn ending up in a hospital was still pretty much touch and go there.
“Another one, Fox?” Thire offered from the pack he had been housing in his pocket.
“Thanks, I think…I’m… well.. what’s one more, huh?” Fox grabbed the offering, letting Thire light it up.
Sipping up from the mugs, they continued puffing away.
Their minds going to the void they usually did after a hard day at work. The troopers simply enjoying the night sky, the traffic sounds all around. But most of all, the comfort of a good cigarette, a mug of steaming (or cold) Caf and a bestie right beside them.