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"I am never, ever, ever dealing with Neimoidians again," Atton groaned, ignoring the fact that his guest was currently conked out in the co-pilot's seat. He smelled of bantha breath and krayt dragon secretions and his hair was stuck to his forehead with a giant goop of-- ugh.
And that was just Atton. The Neimoidian smelled even worse.
But at least it was over with. He hit the throttle to blast away from the station, then collapsed further back into his chair. He could sleep for about a week after this one-- wait. What day was it, anyway?
He squinted down at his chrono and let out another groan. "Great," he said. "Great."
If Mical had told Sparkle anything stupid, he was going to Force choke the guy to within an inch of his life.
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And that was just Atton. The Neimoidian smelled even worse.
But at least it was over with. He hit the throttle to blast away from the station, then collapsed further back into his chair. He could sleep for about a week after this one-- wait. What day was it, anyway?
He squinted down at his chrono and let out another groan. "Great," he said. "Great."
If Mical had told Sparkle anything stupid, he was going to Force choke the guy to within an inch of his life.
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