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storypaint) wrote2011-03-07 10:57 pm
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[Star Wars/CLAMP] against protocol (Watanuki gen)
Title: against protocol
Fandom: Star Wars/CLAMP
Length: 351 words
Prompt: Star Wars and CLAMP crossover for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chibidl
Pairing: Watanuki gen
Other: Fusion fic with CLAMP characters in the Star Wars verse.
Excerpt: WT-NK1 was not having a very good day. He was not having a very good day at all.
WT-NK1 was not having a very good day. He was not having a very good day at all. After all of the ridiculous missions he'd been on lately, he'd really been looking forward to a relaxing trip on Captain Presea's ship, translating for passengers and avoiding trouble.
But no, apparently Darth Clone had other plans, and if all of this blaster fire was any indication, he and D0-MK might finally be out of luck.
He'd lost the smaller droid in the chaos and was about to give up finding him, frustrated, when there was a break in the smoke and he could see his usual companion standing close to one of their passengers. What was the young woman's name? Tomoyo, perhaps? She hadn't made use of his services while on board, though he remembered seeing her in the hallways here and there. She'd always had a smile for him.
WT-NK1 didn't have time to ponder her kindness, though, as another explosion rocked the ship.
"D0-MK!" he snapped. "Get over here!"
It wouldn't really accomplish anything, but maybe if he had another droid to berate he could distract himself from impending destruction. D0-MK beeped, and while WT-NK1 was fuming over being called, "Hey, you," for the millionth time, despite the fact that D0-MK was fully aware of his official designation, he was also being herded by the persistent droid toward the escape pods.
He was pretty sure they'd get in trouble for this, but if it was a choice between destruction and trouble, he'd have to pick trouble, as much as he hated the idea. D0-MK settled himself the best he could in the seats, which were not really designed for droids, and entered his hibernation mode, which he tended to do, WT-NK1 thought, just so that he didn't have to talk. It was just another one of his weird quirks. All of the other D-series that WT-NK1 knew were absolute chatterboxes.
If he had a face that could scowl, he would be. But since he couldn't, he settled for a snippet of feedback that sounded like a put-upon sigh, and braced himself for the bumpy ride.
Fandom: Star Wars/CLAMP
Length: 351 words
Prompt: Star Wars and CLAMP crossover for
chibidlPairing: Watanuki gen
Other: Fusion fic with CLAMP characters in the Star Wars verse.
Excerpt: WT-NK1 was not having a very good day. He was not having a very good day at all.
WT-NK1 was not having a very good day. He was not having a very good day at all. After all of the ridiculous missions he'd been on lately, he'd really been looking forward to a relaxing trip on Captain Presea's ship, translating for passengers and avoiding trouble.
But no, apparently Darth Clone had other plans, and if all of this blaster fire was any indication, he and D0-MK might finally be out of luck.
He'd lost the smaller droid in the chaos and was about to give up finding him, frustrated, when there was a break in the smoke and he could see his usual companion standing close to one of their passengers. What was the young woman's name? Tomoyo, perhaps? She hadn't made use of his services while on board, though he remembered seeing her in the hallways here and there. She'd always had a smile for him.
WT-NK1 didn't have time to ponder her kindness, though, as another explosion rocked the ship.
"D0-MK!" he snapped. "Get over here!"
It wouldn't really accomplish anything, but maybe if he had another droid to berate he could distract himself from impending destruction. D0-MK beeped, and while WT-NK1 was fuming over being called, "Hey, you," for the millionth time, despite the fact that D0-MK was fully aware of his official designation, he was also being herded by the persistent droid toward the escape pods.
He was pretty sure they'd get in trouble for this, but if it was a choice between destruction and trouble, he'd have to pick trouble, as much as he hated the idea. D0-MK settled himself the best he could in the seats, which were not really designed for droids, and entered his hibernation mode, which he tended to do, WT-NK1 thought, just so that he didn't have to talk. It was just another one of his weird quirks. All of the other D-series that WT-NK1 knew were absolute chatterboxes.
If he had a face that could scowl, he would be. But since he couldn't, he settled for a snippet of feedback that sounded like a put-upon sigh, and braced himself for the bumpy ride.