Ibram hated being late.
Gak, gak gak gak gak gak…..
He wished he could make his speeder go faster, but after the recent spate of military personnel crashing, all issued speeders had locked speed limits. He checked his chorno once more.
Gak, gak gak gak gak gak gak….
Ibram wasn’t usually one to lose track of time and be late for things that we’re more-than-slighly important, however Marisa had always held the two birthdays and dinner parties against him. She probably still did.
Ibram had been finishing up some paper down at the hanger. Apparently the CO wanted some details for something. C-3 had hinted about a promotion. Naturally, excitement and rumour-mongering had gotten the best of him, and now he was running late to his first date since Marisa.
Typical.
He started to feel better as he saw the barracks just up ahead. The guard must have sensed his urgency and let him through without a fuss. Pulling off a manoeuvre you would more likely see being done in a TIE fighter, Ibram parked the speeder, and jumped out into a run.
Five minutes later, he was outside Aleia’s room, panting. Before he could press the buzzer, the door opened and there stood Aleia, looking ver beautiful, but very very pissed off.
“Better late then never.”
“What can is say, the Rebels decided to invade and I had to save the say.”
“It better have been a big frakking invasion, or I’m shoving you out an air-lock.”
“The future of the VE was at stake.”
“That’s alright then, lets go.”
Ibram smiled, still catching his breath. He offered his arm. “My lady?”
Aleia gave a small smirk. “Look at you.” She took his arm.
They walked back to the speeder, arm in arm.
