From Coruscant to Alderaan, Atton's GFFA, Saturday

It had started like this:

"Atton? Atton? Atton? At--"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm awake! What the hell is your problem, it's the middle of the--"

"It's six in the morning. I thought you had made it clear you wished to start getting up earlier--"

"To avoid you!"

Then Mical had sighed, and said seven unforgivable words: "I need you to go to Alderaan."

"What?!"

"The Republic wishes us to safeguard some technology they wish to move onto Alderaan. Their agent on the surface specifically asked after you."

Atton had slammed the door shut, banged his head off the door, and then opened it again before saying, "Please tell me you didn't tell them I'm from Alderaan?"

"You're from Alderaan...?"

"Oh, space."

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So he had sent Sparkle a slightly different Portalocity itinerary this time, because damn it, he wasn't going to let Mical ruin his Saturday again. Now he was there, sitting in a Portalocity Terminal in Juranno, because of course it had to be Juranno, his back turned to the ridiculous vista of mountains and water and woods behind him because of course they had to put this thing down somewhere where it would appropriately dazzle tourists.

Karking Alderaan. He hated karking Alderaan.

[[ for the kid. ]]