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[ficlet] Smoking on Silqan
A bit of Star Wars-esque original fiction...
Title: Smoking on Silqan
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babygray
Pairing: None.
Warnings: Typos. No beta.
Disclaimer: This is just fanfiction, non-profit and just for fun.
Notes: I love Star Wars, but every time I try to write some fanfiction for it, it ends up like something from the Extended Universe as opposed to fanfiction proper. Does that make sense?
Word Count: 256
Summary: A spacer takes a break.
I tugged at the collar of my coat and fumbled with the pack for a Ceral. The air outside the 'bay was cold and dry and uncomfortably thin, but smoking wasn't allowed inside. And I needed the break.
The thin-limbed local by the wall gave me a disgusted look as I put the Ceral to my lips. I left it dangling there as I searched for a light. The local strode back into the 'bay, shooting me one last nasty look as the doors closed. I couldn't tell whether the local had been female or male.
Guess that it didn't matter.
"Don't let it get to you," the old spacer said later, when I told him about it during the evening meal. "The Silquienines are a touchy bunch when it comes to off-worlders."
"What do you mean? Are they xenophobic or something?"
The old man guffawed. "Who isn't?" he said. "Muh, they just think we off-worlders are scum, but since they don't allow their people to leave the planet, they're legally forced to depend on us."
Legally... huh...
The Ceral tasted off as I smoked it. The was a tanginess to the aftertaste that made my eyes water. They had gone off, probably. These were the last from the carton I had bought back in the Core nearly two standard months ago.
I checked the use-by date printed on the box. They had be stale for half a year.
I took a long drag and stared at the golden sky.
Title: Smoking on Silqan
Author:
babygrayPairing: None.
Warnings: Typos. No beta.
Disclaimer: This is just fanfiction, non-profit and just for fun.
Notes: I love Star Wars, but every time I try to write some fanfiction for it, it ends up like something from the Extended Universe as opposed to fanfiction proper. Does that make sense?
Word Count: 256
Summary: A spacer takes a break.
I tugged at the collar of my coat and fumbled with the pack for a Ceral. The air outside the 'bay was cold and dry and uncomfortably thin, but smoking wasn't allowed inside. And I needed the break.
The thin-limbed local by the wall gave me a disgusted look as I put the Ceral to my lips. I left it dangling there as I searched for a light. The local strode back into the 'bay, shooting me one last nasty look as the doors closed. I couldn't tell whether the local had been female or male.
Guess that it didn't matter.
"Don't let it get to you," the old spacer said later, when I told him about it during the evening meal. "The Silquienines are a touchy bunch when it comes to off-worlders."
"What do you mean? Are they xenophobic or something?"
The old man guffawed. "Who isn't?" he said. "Muh, they just think we off-worlders are scum, but since they don't allow their people to leave the planet, they're legally forced to depend on us."
Legally... huh...
The Ceral tasted off as I smoked it. The was a tanginess to the aftertaste that made my eyes water. They had gone off, probably. These were the last from the carton I had bought back in the Core nearly two standard months ago.
I checked the use-by date printed on the box. They had be stale for half a year.
I took a long drag and stared at the golden sky.