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"I'm sorry. I haven't been able to find any data-entries on Carrick that don't predate the Jedi Civil War."
Atton sighed. "Well, that's nice and useful," he said. "No obituaries, either?"
"I'd like to think I would have heard about it," Mical said. His holoprojection flickered and wavered briefly. The further they got down into the bowels of this planet, the worse the connection got. "I can put out some feelers with my old Republic contacts."
"That'd be great." Atton's hand slid down to touch the second lightsaber at his hip. He was giving the two-lightsaber thing a real spin this time. If it worked for him, he was going to have to build a new 'saber to match his first. Which seemed like great busywork right now.
Mical gave a little bow and a murmured, "Good luck," then his projection flickered away.
The call for this op had come in sometime Sunday night, and frankly, Atton had been happy to bail for a while. Reunions weren't really his style to begin with. Plus there was the matter of Sparkle: he'd been doing as much research for his back-up plan as he could, sure, but the longer he stayed around Fandom, the more his anger at the whole situation turned into anger at Sparkle, and the more he rolled around in his anger at Sparkle, the closer to this-probably-isn't-healthy-for-a-Jedi levels his general attitude got. So. Out of there was good.
"Is it true what they say about the monsters on the lower levels, General?"
Atton let out a groan. "Don't--"
"Call," Thont filled in.
Atton shot her a foul look. "Me--"
"General," Farani finished.
"I hate you guys," Atton said. (He didn't. Somehow over the course of that mess a few weeks back, this particular squad had become his.)
"There are monsters in the undercity, though," Thont said, glancing at Parish. "Mom used to tell me about it. Millions of traders have been taking species in and out of Coruscant for thousands of years. Sometimes if you listen carefully, you can hear them chewing."
Farani made a loud chewing sound. "I hear there's Tookas," she said.
"Ugh," Atton said, pulling a face. "Tookas."
"Are we there yet?" Damar, who had been silent the whole time, looked up with a frown. "I've been counting the levels. We should be there--"
They heard nothing else the Devaronian said. The loading bay doors blew out the back of the ship with an enormous noise, screeching, and hit the back of the shaft-- before exploding. The ship shook hard, then it hit the ground with a loud smack and went spinning through the makeshift hangar. Chunks of durasteel flew past the loading bay opening, until suddenly the ship's nose struck the wall and the entire thing came to a shuddering stop.
Atton let go of the beam above his head. "We're here," he said casually. "C'mon, you idiots, look sharp."
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Atton sighed. "Well, that's nice and useful," he said. "No obituaries, either?"
"I'd like to think I would have heard about it," Mical said. His holoprojection flickered and wavered briefly. The further they got down into the bowels of this planet, the worse the connection got. "I can put out some feelers with my old Republic contacts."
"That'd be great." Atton's hand slid down to touch the second lightsaber at his hip. He was giving the two-lightsaber thing a real spin this time. If it worked for him, he was going to have to build a new 'saber to match his first. Which seemed like great busywork right now.
Mical gave a little bow and a murmured, "Good luck," then his projection flickered away.
The call for this op had come in sometime Sunday night, and frankly, Atton had been happy to bail for a while. Reunions weren't really his style to begin with. Plus there was the matter of Sparkle: he'd been doing as much research for his back-up plan as he could, sure, but the longer he stayed around Fandom, the more his anger at the whole situation turned into anger at Sparkle, and the more he rolled around in his anger at Sparkle, the closer to this-probably-isn't-healthy-for-a-Jedi levels his general attitude got. So. Out of there was good.
"Is it true what they say about the monsters on the lower levels, General?"
Atton let out a groan. "Don't--"
"Call," Thont filled in.
Atton shot her a foul look. "Me--"
"General," Farani finished.
"I hate you guys," Atton said. (He didn't. Somehow over the course of that mess a few weeks back, this particular squad had become his.)
"There are monsters in the undercity, though," Thont said, glancing at Parish. "Mom used to tell me about it. Millions of traders have been taking species in and out of Coruscant for thousands of years. Sometimes if you listen carefully, you can hear them chewing."
Farani made a loud chewing sound. "I hear there's Tookas," she said.
"Ugh," Atton said, pulling a face. "Tookas."
"Are we there yet?" Damar, who had been silent the whole time, looked up with a frown. "I've been counting the levels. We should be there--"
They heard nothing else the Devaronian said. The loading bay doors blew out the back of the ship with an enormous noise, screeching, and hit the back of the shaft-- before exploding. The ship shook hard, then it hit the ground with a loud smack and went spinning through the makeshift hangar. Chunks of durasteel flew past the loading bay opening, until suddenly the ship's nose struck the wall and the entire thing came to a shuddering stop.
Atton let go of the beam above his head. "We're here," he said casually. "C'mon, you idiots, look sharp."
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