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suitably_heroic) wrote2018-05-11 02:32 pm
suitably_heroic) wrote2018-05-11 02:32 pm
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The Ebon Hawk, Somewhere In A Hangar, Friday Afternoon
Every fibre in Atton's body hurt. His face was covered in dirt and he was pretty sure he was still bleeding a little from under this bacta patch. But the battle had been won.
At least there was that.
There were starship tracks leading out of this hangar that proved the war - which would hopefully turn out to be an exaggeration, but Atton was never pretty hopeful - had not yet been won. He had a malnourished Mira in the back, and a Visas who'd come within a couple of tendons of losing a hand.
Atton was not coming home any time soon. He knew that.
"Isn't Mical going to love this," he muttered, rubbing at his face.
"If you're complaining right now, I'm going to punch you," a voice drifted towards him from the back.
"You can't punch anything," Atton retorted, "Stop it with the posturing."
Right. Staying. Here.
Poodoo. He needed to comm Sparkle.
[[ for that guy. ]]
At least there was that.
There were starship tracks leading out of this hangar that proved the war - which would hopefully turn out to be an exaggeration, but Atton was never pretty hopeful - had not yet been won. He had a malnourished Mira in the back, and a Visas who'd come within a couple of tendons of losing a hand.
Atton was not coming home any time soon. He knew that.
"Isn't Mical going to love this," he muttered, rubbing at his face.
"If you're complaining right now, I'm going to punch you," a voice drifted towards him from the back.
"You can't punch anything," Atton retorted, "Stop it with the posturing."
Right. Staying. Here.
Poodoo. He needed to comm Sparkle.
[[ for that guy. ]]