January 10, Y110
Okay, so skiing at the top of the tallest mountain was probably one thing Wedge should have skipped out on. Too bad he could be as competitive as they come, which meant that his skiing practice with Keith ended up bringing them both there despite the fact that it was the first time either of them got to properly appreciate this particular sport.
It was no wonder that Wedge misbalanced on his skis when he turned to investigate an odd sound and saw an avalanche right behind him, in turn sliding right into what felt like a pile of limbs and other objects in the first available hiding place. The one good thing about it was that the avalanche roared past them while he ensured he was still alive and had everything he was supposed to. One of the many bad things was that it got dark and started snowing almost immediately after that.
“Next time someone mentions a relaxing vacation spot dirtside and we’re both still around, please remind me to ignore it,” he told Keith when he realized his fellow pilot ended up in the same pile-up. “We have to get out of here while we still can. Everyone up for it?”
An inhuman scream punctuated his words about getting out of there, and Wedge winced, remembering he left his blaster back where he was staying. Yeah, if he and his company were getting out of there alive, this was probably good stuff for campfire stories. Ones filed under Moments of Monumental Stupidity, or something along those lines.
@Zidane Tribal, @Keith Kogane, @Faile Bashere