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Some days it is good to be the (almost) boss. Imp butt gets kicked, a few more planets are freed, people actually shut up and listen when you talk - good times.

Some days it is horrible to be the (almost) boss. Pilots die, missions get scrapped, and someone's glued your helmet blast shield down.

Some days...

Some days all he wants is a re-take.

Like today.

Sadly, the universe doesn't give re-takes.

That's why there's a Corellian running full-tilt into the bar, yelling at the top of his lung a strange mix of something that sounds like English and something that really doesn't, being chased by three determined targeting drone droids. Figures he should have taken his blaster to the gym.

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"I'll just get a droid replacement. It's all the rage amongst pilots these days." He retorts dryly (or, rather, slightly damply) as his fingers are drooled over.

[fighting_mad]

"I thought the Jedi started that particular craze," she says. Ianna absently tugs on her hair. "Ow." Another tug. "Ow-- Look, Wedge, would you take her for just a minute here? She's already got you in her evil clutches anyway."

It's not much of a question, considering that Plourr isn't prepared to take no for an answer; she's already starting to hand Ianna over.

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"He wasn't a jedi when he... yeah, sure." Ianna is situated comfortably (or as comfortably as one wiggly child can be), and is chattered at.

In Corellian.

Shhhh, don't tell anyone. He's a big bad pilot, really. For serious.

[fighting_mad]

Ianna may be six months old now, but Plourr still tends to be very careful and very slow when passing her into someone new's arms; she doesn't let go til she's sure Wedge has definitely got her.

"Close enough." She pauses in the process of pulling her hair back (all the better to avoid little hands with) to watch Wedge with the baby, for a minute. Wedge speaks Corellian, and Ianna babbles happily right back, after a moment's startled pause as she adjusted to suddenly being somewhere new.

It's -- Yeah, okay, fine, it's a little sweet.

"If you're teaching her anything particularly obscene, share, and if you're badmouthing me, you'll regret it," Plourr says, but there's a smile on her face as she makes a sloppy braid.

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"I'm sorry," He sniffs at her, in the great tradition of translating droids everywhere, "Do I look like Wes to you?"

And then beeps Ianna's nose. It's just as well he doesn't go for dramatic effect outside the cockpit that often.

[fighting_mad]

Ianna squeals and bats at Wedge's hand, her eyes crossing as she tries to follow.

"Dark hair," says Plourr, "short. Funny-looking.

"Yeah, you do."