Project Boussh: Making A Splash
by Majick

Sci awoke from his nap, and stretched before climbing out of his bed. He
could hear the dull roar of the cabin through the slight gap where he'd left
the door open a couple of hours previously. He waked over to the door, and
pulled it all the way open.
Only to have a bucket of ice cold lake water drop on his head.
Emily, passing by Sci's room, collapsed against the cabin wall, and was only
slightly sobered by the baleful glare thrown her way.
"Okay, who was it..." was all Sci could gasp out.

Mike was more at ease with his Force abilities now that he'd accepted his
fate. He was able to manage some basic telekinesis, though not yet enough to
move his lightsabre or fly. He'd been able to blank Vickie's sight
momentarily when sparring with her.
It had been the only point he'd scored in their fifteen minute match.

Kirney snuggled contentedly against Myn as they watched the flames flicker
in the cabin's range. As Myn felt her begin to doze against his shoulder, he
slowly eased out from under her, and moved into the kitchen. While beer
wasn't a patch on a good mug of lum, it sufficed in a pinch. Fetching the
last clean glass from the bench, he opened the fridge door.
And gasped as a bag of flour burst open all over him.
He looked around, and spluttered as Elassar and Nick hooted at him from
across the room. He pointed a finger at them, and mouthed soundlessly before
stomping over to the sink.

Mike sat and watched the last of the sun dip below the horizon. From inside
the cabin he could feel the merriment. He relaxed, letting the feelings wash
over him, marvelling at the way he could feel his friends.

Josh and Nick were walking back from the exercise they'd carried out with
the Ewok's, having stopped to collect a couple of blasters dropped by an
overenthusiastic group. As they hurried to catch up with the others, they
were suddenly swept up into the air and found themselves hanging upside
down,
five feet clear of the ground.
Josh looked upwards -downwards?- and saw a simple snare around his ankle.
Looking back towards his friends, he could see the Ewok's rushing back
towards him, blasters and spears waving triumphantly. As they danced around
him, he grabbed futilely at them, unable to reach any of the furry little
beings. To make matters worse, his lightsabre sat uselessly in the snow
beneath him, where it had fallen from his belt. He glared at the Ewoks
again.
"You fuzzy bastards!" he growled. "When I get my hands on you,
thunder-sticks are gonna be the least of your worries."
He felt hands spin him around in the snare and found himself face to
upside-down-face with Nick.
"This time, Coghlan, they all get it, you understand? All this time they've
been paying me on, and you've defended them. No more. Got it?"
Nick stared at him impassively, a handy trick if you ever find yourself
upside down in an Ewok snare.
"Wait up, Josh. Remember that time you came in from the pub? And the Ewok's
had set up a trap for intruders? What did they use for the first part?"
"A net."
"That's what they do. They don't trust any enemy who can move their arms.
Now play fair, mate. This is just another trick that some silly bugger's
playing on us. I'd blame Wes, except he's, well, yeah..."

Mike watched the scene unfold from his perch on the roof of the cabin. He
hopped down from there to help Josh and Nick down from the tree, and
followed
the group back into the cabin.
Just in time to see the next trick play out.

Before he could warn them, both Sci and Tycho stood up from the table, and
made to walk away.
Except they couldn't.
Their bootlaces had been tied together.
Both flailed frantically for a few seconds, before Sci sat down heavily on
the chair, and Tycho grabbed hold of the table for support.
Sci looked out at the group, and muttered, "This is going to stop..."

Bust Sci aparrently was wrong. As the afternoon turned to evening, the
pranks continued.

Emily pulled on her boots to find them full of lake slime.

Bror had the bottom of a juice carton fall apart on him as he sat watching
the poker.

The book that Sci was reading had every third page from 184-307 removed.

As Shalla worked on hand to had with Nick and Josh, the braids holding her
hair in dreadlocks together snapped, distracting her long enough for Nick to
sweep her legs out from under her, sending her sprawling to he ground. She
swore as she remembered how long the hairstyle had taken to perfect.

Mike moved through the Red Home, having decided to scope out the area for
his planned sparring with Vickie and Josh. He moved easily along the
brightly lit corridor, passing the sleeping quarters that many of the
pilot's had claimed.
A name on the door to his right caught his eye.
Gnrl. W. Antilles was the name stencilled on the door.

Grinning to himself, Mike keyed the door open, and stepped into the darkened
room. The light from the terminal gave the room a slight definition, but
Mike missed the four shapes in the rear corner until it was too late.
"Lights," came a voice mike just knew had to be Sci.
Two lightsabres snap-hissed into life. Purple and silver highlights flooded
the room, and Mike hunched his shoulders and winced as he turned to face...
Sci, Wedge, Vickie and Corran.
"The tricks with the braids and the shoelaces," Sci began. "There were only
three people around here who could have pulled them off. Once I cleared
Vickie and Corran..."
Mike held his hands up
"OK, you got me. I'm owning up. It was me."
"And?" Sci asked, pointedly.
"Well, Elassar helped, a bit. But it was my idea, especially the shoelaces.
That was unmissable."
"Mike..." Vickie said, sounding a little disappointed.
"Very well... under the charge of insubordination, I find you guilty," Sci
said. "And for destroying my book...that was over the line."
"As Lieutenant Targon's commanding officer, I likewise find him guilty,"
Wedge added.
Mike hung his head, and asked "Do we get punished?"
"Oh, I think so. I think that pile of washing up that's been accumulating
the last few days needs work."
"That's just cruel Sci! Last time I was forced to do the washing up, I threw
myself down a flight of stairs and broke a wrist to get out of it!"
Sci grinned evilly, thoroughly enjoying his revenge.
"And for that, you get a lecture from Corran about why Jedi don't use the
Force for practical jokes. And, you're replacing my book."
Mike stared at him, dumbfounded. Then he turned, shoulders slumped, and
headed for the door. Corran followed, close on his heels.

Wedge turned to Sci, and gave him a long look.
"Are you sure you want command of this lot? Just say the word, I'll bring in
a New Republic liaison officer."
Sci smiled slightly, and shook his head.
"Somehow, I think being head of this lot is going to be one long training
session. If I can cope with that, I can certainly manage any missions we may
have," he said, the pride he felt in his team reflecting the amusement he
felt at the idea of Mike and Elassar elbow deep in soap suds.