The Ebon Hawk, Somewhere In A Hangar, Friday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

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. ]]

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[suitably_heroic]

"And now I'm afraid to head in the sanisteam," Atton said, "What if the water pressure cuts out and half the common room floods, Sparkle? What then?"

[myownface]

"Then I think you might have to rinse out the rest of your shampoo in the common room," Sparkle mused. "Or the waterfall."

[suitably_heroic]

"And give everyone in the Temple a show? They wish," Atton said. "Hey, maybe that's Mical's plan. Pump up morale at the expense of me."

[myownface]

"He's been playing the long con all this time. Mess with the water, get Atton naked, and that's when the water system fails in the temple. It's actually kind of genius. If you squint."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton made an amused noise.

Yeah, the next few months would definitely be easier with Sparkle around.

"Nothing that guy has ever done is genius," he said. A pause. "Thanks. Don't tell anyone I said that. So I'll see you Sunday?"

[myownface]

"Sunday," Sparkle agreed. "I'm looking forward to it."

Hell. He actually was, too.