Dantooine, Saturday

[suitably_heroic]

The problem with portaling to Dantooine was that the portal dumped you out at the spaceport and then you had to fly a speeder through the grasslands just to get to the Enclave. It was a pain in the ass, and one of a few reasons why Atton couldn't actually argue with Mical's 'move off of Dantooine' plans too much.

He was still going to argue, though. Just because. (Added to that: Coruscant was like the pretentious guy's Nar Shaddaa, and what kind of person lives in a Temple, anyway?)

He was used to it now, though, which is why the moment he stepped out of the portal he was making a beeline for the guy who rented out the speeders, passing by a bunch of droids and a Rodian on the way there. "Just get me something fast, all right? A two-seater."

[[ for the kid with the funny hair. ]]

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[myownface]

SCORE.

"Don't go making waterfalls! Please stick to the flooded-toilet puddles you're uuused to!"

Yeah. Sparkle had permission. He was belting this, now.

"I know that you want to have it your way or nothing at all, but you really look like an ass!"

[suitably_heroic]

They couldn't see Mical from here, but really, who needed to see Mical's face when you could look at the shit-eating grin on Atton's face? There were advantages to being psychically connected to the universe, like knowing when someone you disliked was really, really aggravated all of a sudden.

They came to a stop in a field of grass. "I'm just going to let you finish."