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Dantooine, Saturday
Dec. 13th, 2014 10:14 am"Hey, hey, be careful with that! The Hawk is not some run-down cargo freighter, all right?!"
It was Moving Day. Which was fantastic, really. Moving to some place that wasn't falling apart, even if it was the damned Temple? Great like a perfect pazaak deck. Really.
Now if only it didn't involve all of these clowns getting involved with the moving, it would've been perfect.
Brianna dropped a large stack of boxes down on the floor right in front of him. "Hey, that goes in the back," Atton snapped. "You're going to scratch the floor!" But stupid Brianna just gave him the old sneer-face and stomped on her way. "How am I supposed to pilot this thing if you people keep blocking up the corridors?" he bellowed after her.
"Do not worry. We are almost done loading," Deesra said, patting him on the shoulder. (Eugh. He might've saved you but he wasn't your buddy, Deesra.) "Soon we will move back to the Temple, and all will be as it should be."
"Speak for yourself," Atton muttered. "Me, I prefer living in an apartment like a normal person."
Not that he'd be able to do that for... probably a while. Not only was he going to have Sparkle coming over sometime soon, but the others needed him around, to make sure all the water was running and the parts of the Temple they were going to be using were more or less in workable shape. It was going to be an easier job than the Enclave, that was for sure, and at least now he could pick quarters that were on the exact opposite side of a giant building from Mical, the way he liked it.
But it was still a pain in the butt.
"Let me know when you idiots are done. I'm going into the cockpit," he informed the Twi'lek, and did just that.
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It was Moving Day. Which was fantastic, really. Moving to some place that wasn't falling apart, even if it was the damned Temple? Great like a perfect pazaak deck. Really.
Now if only it didn't involve all of these clowns getting involved with the moving, it would've been perfect.
Brianna dropped a large stack of boxes down on the floor right in front of him. "Hey, that goes in the back," Atton snapped. "You're going to scratch the floor!" But stupid Brianna just gave him the old sneer-face and stomped on her way. "How am I supposed to pilot this thing if you people keep blocking up the corridors?" he bellowed after her.
"Do not worry. We are almost done loading," Deesra said, patting him on the shoulder. (Eugh. He might've saved you but he wasn't your buddy, Deesra.) "Soon we will move back to the Temple, and all will be as it should be."
"Speak for yourself," Atton muttered. "Me, I prefer living in an apartment like a normal person."
Not that he'd be able to do that for... probably a while. Not only was he going to have Sparkle coming over sometime soon, but the others needed him around, to make sure all the water was running and the parts of the Temple they were going to be using were more or less in workable shape. It was going to be an easier job than the Enclave, that was for sure, and at least now he could pick quarters that were on the exact opposite side of a giant building from Mical, the way he liked it.
But it was still a pain in the butt.
"Let me know when you idiots are done. I'm going into the cockpit," he informed the Twi'lek, and did just that.
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