Brothers in arms (closed)
“Hey,” Mark said to the guy lying on the bed next to him. He was in the med bay following a tiny accident at work on the X-Wings he was doing for the Resistance. Being a mechanic suited him much better than being a full-blown soldier, he had to say, and he didn’t miss combat. He’d much rather suffer from an arm caught in the trap doors of a ship than from a blaster shot to the gut.
And he thought he recognized the man on the bed before. He’d heard about him. He’d hoped he would bump into him sooner or later.
“You’re the traitor, right? FN-2187?”
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