Story Challenge #15: 16th December 2003
A ten minute fic, in which someone is holding a communicator and frowning.

Viewpoints
A SW 10-minute ficlet by Morgan D.

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Two Imperial Admirals in a top secret meeting — or not so secret, after Republic Intelligence disclosed its scheduled location —, and all they had to do was capture them. The outer security perimeter had been already subdued, silently and efficiently, by their Noghri companions. Now there were only the still oblivious Admirals themselves and their personal bodyguards inside the small, ordinary cottage for them to worry about.

Things were running smoothly.

"Han, where's your position?" cracked a familiar voice in the comlink.

"On the roof, just above the back door."

"Good. I'm behind the aielzies bush..."

"...lying on your belly on the lawn. I can see ya, kid."

"Well, as long as no one in the cottage sees me..."

"Don't worry about that. Even I can't see much more than your butt."

"Should I move to a more secluded spot then?"

"Don't you dare! I'm enjoying the view."

"Oh are you?"

"You bet. Nice choice of trousers, by the way."

"You mean, tight in all the right places?"

The hand holding the comlink was getting sweaty.

"And with a tiny hole on the inner thigh..."

"You can actually see that from up there?"

"That's what macrobinoculars are for."

"These are very old trousers. I should put them to rest."

"Like hell you will!"

"Why would I want to keep trousers with a hole in the fabric?"

"Because that hole seems just the right size to fit my finger in."

"I don't doubt it. Considering that was probably how that hole ended up there in the first place..."

Brown eyes stared at the communication device in disbelief.

"Don't you think you're exaggerating a little bit, kid? My nails aren't that sharp."

"I don't know... You can be pretty rough when you're in the mood..."

"Hey, hey! Where are you going?"

"What do you think, Han? Find a better place to hide."

"Stay there."

"Because you're enjoying the view?"

"That too."

"Well, I certainly don't want any Imperials, particularly those armed with blasters, to see my butt. Do you?"

"No one will see you."

"But yourself."

"Exactly."

"I don't know, Han... Can I trust you?"

"With your butt? Sure."

"Somehow it doesn't seem like you're taking this situation very seriously."

A thumb rubbed impatiently against the comlink's smooth surface.

"Listen, Luke. You're the closest to the east window, which is likely to be our pals' way out when they figure we have them ambushed. If they pass the aielzies bushes into the woods, we'll have a hard time tracking them down. You and your sabre are right where we need you to be. Does this sound serious enough to you?"

"Depends on which sabre you were referring to..."

Oh, by all the Brother planets of Corell...

"How dare you doubt my seriousness here? You are the one distracting me, Luke!"

"Then let me get my butt out of your sight, so you won't be distracted anymore."

"There's no need to take such radical measures..."

A long finger pressed one of the comlink buttons, while thick eyebrows knitted together over glinting eyes. "Guys, would you mind? You are not the only ones in this channel..."

Awkward silence.

"Sorry, Wedge. We completely forgot about you."

"Gee, Luke, thanks. Somehow I had figured that out."

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