You're Scaring My Droid!!
Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences (language, violence, fighting words, medbay visits)
Characters: Tedri Darsten, Chipper MSE, Randy (Definity not Kylo) the Intern
Word Count: ~1k Baby! (Not that impressive but let me have this) (My brain has been running on fumes for the past week)
Summary: Randy the Intern meets Darsten. Rambles.
Author’s Note: Randy the Intern is such a funny skit to me. I see Darsten's original workspace being like that room in the skit. Just darker and smaller. He has a spot in the corner he has claimed and just keeps his distance from everyone else. Originally for Day 1 (I know, late) of SW OC Week: Comedy. Thank you to my friend for the idea of just Randy and Darsten fighting constantly. This was a crack fest to write.
v^√√v^─ OC WEEK DAY 1: COMEDY ─^√√v^
“Hey guys I’m Randy… the new Intern.”
Darsten looked up from his little corner to see what the commotion was across the room. While he without a doubt did not care about anyone else he shared this workspace with, he did care about intruders that were not the norm. Usually the stray droid or bored higher up. But today the new face was a man Darsten swore he had seen before.
He was taller than most people in the room, most certainly taller than Darsten himself. Everyone seems taller than Darsten these days. Even General Hux. The man was also broad and looked to be fit enough to take out anyone that stood in his path. Quite the Bantha in the room.
As the Intern talked, or more rambled, Darsten watched him. There was an itch in his brain that he knew this man. But he just couldn't think how. Maybe in passing?
"When Kylo Ren offers Rey his hand for a second time, do you think she'll take it?"
Darsten scoffed from his little thoughts. It was an odd question he was not expecting to overhear. He decided to chime in, “Who cares?”
“I do!” Randy jerked towards Darsten. "I do!"
Intimation was not something Darsten took lightly. In fact, he would fight it without thought most days. Calling bluff after bluff. When Randy got in his face though with just a few simple steps, he bit his tongue. Something told him this intern was not bluffing about using his strength to throw him across the office area.
.
Randy was turning out to be a big thorn in Darsten’s side since that day. Breaking equipment, messing up slips and orders, and scaring his droid. He would also show up as if out of thin air right next to him to give him a heart attack. You’d think a man so bulky would make some noise when walking around.
“Snot! Stop that!” He yelped as his soul flew out of his body for the fifth time this week.
“What do you do here?” Randy asked from his towering position.
Darsten rolled his seat back to get space from Randy and his imposing figure before thinking about answering such a silly question. It was obvious from the title that he was a data runner. Living and breathing numbers and stats.
"I'm a data analyst." He said slowly.
“You get paid just to do that?"
Darsten took offense to that and came up with a comeback quickly, "I get paid to deal with idiots."
It was funny to him, but not to Randy. Definitely not to Randy who took his anger out on another printer that day.
.
"What the snot are you doing?!"
Darsten has had a long day. He just hit his usual 20-hour marker and was beyond exhausted. The day just seemed to not let up in the number of reports or coding issues. On his datapad the bubble that usually shows the number of tasks being requested is now just an exclamation point.
He had to leave the Bridge just to hopefully find a droid to make life go faster. That and eat. Kark, he cannot remember the last time he ate. It had to be over two days. The only thing he has consumed is caf and chewstims as far as he can remember.
Walking into the workspace he was expecting a nice and quiet environment. One that would invite running minds to calm down. Instead, he was met with a large man chasing down his poor, defenseless droid.
Chipper came bolting towards Darsten's boots the moment he yelled at Randy.
"What do you mean what am I doing?" Randy asked. He seemed just as stressed out as Darsten. It is expected. Interns are the lowest paid, if at all, and lowest ranking. Tasks so sad Darsten would never be caught doing. Running coffee to superiors? Ha!
"Why are you chasing this poor droid, you bantha!"
The Lieutenant bent down and patted Chipper. The poor thing was shaking like a leaf... for a droid. How long was he being tormented by Randy? Darsten knew he should have just taken Chipper with him to the Bridge.
Randy shrugged, "I was told to wrangle droids. That is what I was told to do, thus doing. This one was being worse than the others!"
"Worse?" Darsten scoffed as he stood back up. "I'll have you know this droid is probably the best droid on this ship! I don't care about your karking orders, Randy. You leave this droid alone."
"What's so special about a mouse droid?"
It was one of those days, one of those moments, where something just snaps. Where your body moves before your thoughts. One moment, Darsten was looking down at his disturbed dog of a droid, the next he was clocking some Intern in the face.
The same Intern that supposedly killed some Admiral. Whether that was true Darsten didn't know. Nonetheless, the other had a rep-sheet of destroying coffee makers, printers, and datapads.
Darsten got the same treatment as the equipment once Randy composed himself. A back and forth began soon after. Punch for punch, kick for kick. Troopers needed to be called just to pull them off each other like two mastiffs fighting.
Even torn apart and walking to medbay they tried fighting each other. Little verbal jabs and Darsten swore he got pushed forward. However, no one else seemed to see it.
Medbay was always horrible for the Lieutenant. No matter the circumstances. Most of his childhood spent in medbay made him avoid it constantly. From illness to broken bones, he would wait to tell until the last minute before stepping foot through the large archways.
It was such a problem that the Medical Team and Droids knew Darsten's record by heart. Especially one named Hanaman.
Hanaman first met Ted after he fell and broke his arm in the most spectacular of fashions. He tripped on some mouse droid and fell into the pits below. Breaking his left arm quite obviously. Yet, the Lieutenant was adamant that he was fine, waved off concerns of others, and tried running off to Maker knows where. It was a lucky catch that Hanaman was already called to the scene and stood between Darsten and the closest exit.
Like a trapped animal, the Doctor had to drag the young adult to the medical hall. Since then he has kept tabs on him. From hunting him down for examines to making sure he is actually eating full meals- which he never is.
In the end, seeing him being dragged and plopped into the cot was no surprise. What was surprising was the fact that Darsten got into an altercation with someone. Seemed unlike him. Usually, it was just spite and vinegar that came from him. Not physical violence.
"Well, good news, you seem fine besides a broken nose," Hanaman said and he backed away from Darsten.
"Then can I go? I'd like to not be sharing a room with Bantha Crap over there."
Hanaman looked over to where the man was pointing. Honestly, they both looked equally battered. Both with bruises and red marks. Perhaps more so on Darsten.
"Unfortunately, due to this, I have an incident report to fill and for you to both sign. So, no." Hanaman sighed.
"That's stupid."
"You're stupid," Randy laughed from across the room.
"Hey, kark you! At least I have a rank! A purpose!"
Darsten didn't understand but that tickled Randy's funny bone.
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