Apartment #4, MCA, Thursday Afternoon

Atton didn't exactly own much. With the Ebon Hawk safely parked on MCA's roof, he had almost everything covered. So... he brought down a box or two of clothing, some weapons, and a shot glass he'd picked up on Nar Shaddaa in a fit of sudden-onset nostalgia.

That was about it.

Now he had a place, somewhere semi-permanent to settle in - which frankly was an incredibly weird idea. The last time he'd been anywhere for longer than a couple of days had been Peragus, and that was mostly because they'd put him in prison and then murdered everyone else.

He slumped into a chair, sent out some handwavy texts to the two or so people who might actually give a crap about where he was living now, and... well, slumped some more.

Maybe he should turn on the television or something. Or go out and buy groceries. Or... something.

Space, he was tired.

[[ expecting one, but open! ]]