“WWWHHHHAAAAAA” Snipes scream echoed around the Wraith barracks until a loud *thump* silenced it. Snipes climbed out of the shrubbery, brushed himself off and shook a fist at the sky “DAMN YOU GRAVITY!”

Resolving not to give up on his dream to fly just yet Snipes did believe it was time for a drink. He wandered into the barracks, trying to figure out exactly what had gone wrong with his last attempt (he blamed gravity and decided the bastard needs pay back). Inside the Wraiths barracks it was a mess of clothes, weapons and bottles in varying degrees of empty-ness. The Wraiths were, of course, no where to be seen. However there was a person there. Aeos sat in the lounge, Fury’s head was on her lap, and he looked pleased at having his head scratched.

“Hey Aeo, what’s up?” Snipes asked, stepping down into the lounge area and grabbing up one of the not-so-empty bottles. “Drink?”

She smiled, “No thanks. I was just bored, I was thinking we could do something, been awhile since I saw anyone covered in syrup.”

Snipes eyes lit up and giant smile spread across his face. “I’ve got a plan. Follow me.”

Snipes bolted off in the direction of the Wraith armory, fast enough to startle Fury. Didn’t take Snipes long to get to it, and he waited for Aeos and Fury to catch up. Then, with a dramatic flair he opened the door. It slid up and before them was arrayed a vast repository of pranking equipment. Snipes grabbed a duffle bag and stepped within. Fury sauntered in cautiously, sniffing everything as he did. Aeos arched an eyebrow at Snipes.

“Nice armory.”

“Thanks, I think so.”

Snipes started grabbing random things. Jars of jelly and peanut butter, marshmallow crème, SPAM and various tools he might need. On top of it went the all important paintball gun. Snipes cast his eyes around the room one last time before exiting.

“Well, I’m ready, what about you?”

Aeos held up a duffle bag of her own. “I came prepared.”

Snipes grinned as he tied a folded bandana around his nose and mouth.



* * *

“Hrmph! You know Aeos, not everyone fits in vents as well as you.” Snipes grumbled, his arms trapped at his sides by the sides of the vent, he was forced to push himself around with his feet. “Can’t say the view is bad though.”

“Stop staring at my butt.”

“It’s not like there’s anything else for me to look a. . . oh hell.” Snipes heard the vent around him giving way and then *CRASH*! He fell through onto the floor below.

“Snipes! You’re an idiot!” Aeos called down.

“Oh stop complaining and get down here, I think I’m stuck.”

* * *

Rizzit whistled idly as he walked towards his office. The day was going very well for him, most the squads were away on a mission or vacation, planning meetings weren’t for another week and he hadn’t had to deal with a single bit of paperwork all morning. As he entered the building he was greeted by his secretary, who informed him there were no messages. He smiled and walked into his office, once the door shut he stretched his arms and plopped himself into his chair, content to take a nap.

His nap however was not destined to last long, for it was only a few seconds before he was awoken by a hissing sound. He looked left, then right, and fearing a prank dove under his desk. This was a mistake. The hissing grew louder, and louder and louder yet. And then *BAM*! Rizzits desk exploded around him, marshmallow crème, pens and ewok porno flew everywhere, coating the room and Rizzit.

“NOOOO! Not desky!” Rizzit stood, then fell to his knees and cried in the charred (and crème covered) remains of his desk.

“Hehe, who knew Rizz could get it down like that?”
The two Sergeants stifled another round of giggles threatening to escape from the mouths as more screams and wails of agony pierced the silence of day-5 in the Vast Empire on Tadath.

“I must say, Aeos, that was delicious stuff you made,”
“The  added crème?” I know, my' mom is the best.” the female grinned most mischievously as they rounded the hall. Spotting an extremely-red-in-the-face-Rizzet covered with blotches of the crème still spoiling his clothes which remained miraculously unwrinkled in his fit of hysterics, triggered her reflexes, and Aeos pushed Snipes with his back to the wall, behind the cabinet that lined the wall. She pressed her finger to his lips, but soon gave up and pressed the whole inside of her palm over his mouth as the larger man jerked almost spasmodically with laughter.

“Shhh....Snip...Snipes...”
Snipes' hand flew to her mouth, and for a few minutes the two troopers struggled to refrain from doubling over in laughter. A bit later, and Aeos deemed it safe enough to venture a body part in the fire line. She poked  her head about in the air, glancing from behind the cabinet where they were hiding.
“It looks safe,”
“Nah, girl, trust me, ain't safe yet till the pirate means it,”
The artist of pranks himself pushed her gently to the back, and ventured out.
A few minutes later, he returned most heroically throwing a thumbs-up at her and winking, before motioning to her to follow him.

“What now?”  she muttered in a hushed voice, her eyes glittering with mischief.
“You'll see, young one.” he replied mysteriously as he grabbed her hand and pulled her in all the directions he ventured. Wherever Snipes was taking her, as he jumped from corner to corner, slowly but surely it seemed to trigger images from her clouded memory back into action.

“What are we doing at the Imperial Store?”

“Hehe, Fury got new stock, custom Imperial zippos for all my smoking needs. Each one came inside a box large enough for both you and me to fit in, some idiot was afraid the zippos might get damaged, so he had each bubble-wrapped as well.”

“Zippos need bubble-wrap?”

“Shush now child,”
Aeos planted a small fist at his shoulder as they stopped at the backdoor. Snipes shrugged it off, as he measured the time most professionally when he gazed at the sun through the high window.

“Bubble wrap needs to be done at night, we are sitting ducks till then,” he muttered sighing.
“There, there, do you have a roll of glad-wrap?”
“Of course, a true master never leaves without that!”

Rizzit sighed in satisfaction as his gaze fell upon the image of a clean man waving back at him, grinning from ear-to-ear in the mirror.
“You handsome devil,” he winked. Just then, a nervous Private made its appearance, carrying a tray with steaming mug of coffee on it.
“Ah, thank you Willson,”
“Dickson, Sir,”
“Excuse me?” Rizzit cocked his head confused to the side.
“I'm Dickson,”
“Ah, well of you go then,”

The Private performed a quick and crisp salute before he scurried away which Rizzit found most queer. He took a big gulp of the coffee as he gazed out throught the window. A moment later, Rizzit found his legs capitulating his body to where the toilets were kept in his bathroom.

“Sithspit Snipes, move!”
Another wiggle, and Aeos fell from the window with a thud the ground. In her hand, the roll glad-wrap, now mostly used to cover the toilet seat of Rizzit.
“You think it will hold?” he asked as they walked in a random direction briskly, the sun already starting to set.
“Depends on how much of that crap you added to the coffee,'
Snipes chuckled heartily.
“Enough to hold till we get done with the real business,”