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suitably_heroicScouring the small mountainside compound for an entrance they knew had to be there had taken most of the previous day. In the end, the solution had been simple: much like how the massive Sith structure laid buried in the mountain below, so did its entrance.
And that meant a long trek through a foreboding cave, cave creatures screeching, and something strange and cold curling around Atton's ankles. Crawling up.
"Why is there always Dark Side poodoo lurking around in caves?" he muttered, squinting at the walls, illuminated by the brilliant yellow light of one of his lightsabers. "We weren't like this. Strictly clean, well-lit hubs of evil for Revan's Sith. I'm starting to think we got an upgrade."
"You're just angry someone's going to make you clean your boots when we get back," Mira said. Her face showed none of the discomfort Atton was feeling, just a faint frown, as if she was trying to crack a case. "Maybe you'll even actually shower for once."
"You really need new material--"
"Shh."
Mira dropped to one knee, her free arm outstretched. The hand clutching her lightsaber slid forward over the ground. "I thought I heard something," she said. "We've got metal."
"Metallica or Megadeth?" Dead silence. "... That would've been a bad joke on Earth too. You think it's a hatch?"
He squatted down next to her, casting yellow light over the blue of her 'saber. He looked to her, and she nodded.
In tandem, they plunged their impossibly bright lightsabers into the hatch.
Instantly, everything went black.
... and bright again. Except this time, the light was accompanied by a loud burst of pain, striking Atton's arm like a jackhammer. It spidered up his shoulder and stabbed him in the back of the neck. He cried out, stumbling backwards-- his back hit the cave wall with a thunk and a disgusting wet noise he didn't want to think about.
"What the--" he started, blinking away the lights dancing in front of his eyes, his heart feeling like a thick block of quickly-melting ice in his chest. They all faded but the one: the deep blue of Mira's lightsaber.
"Okay," she said flatly, gripping the blade's handle tight. "Don't take the recovering Sith into a crazy Sith compound. Lesson learned." She seemed to be studying Atton, her eyes sweeping over him, and he had no idea why.
Finally, she relaxed. "You owe me a grenade," she said. "And you need to leave."
He didn't understand. "What just happened?"
"Just go."
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And that meant a long trek through a foreboding cave, cave creatures screeching, and something strange and cold curling around Atton's ankles. Crawling up.
"Why is there always Dark Side poodoo lurking around in caves?" he muttered, squinting at the walls, illuminated by the brilliant yellow light of one of his lightsabers. "We weren't like this. Strictly clean, well-lit hubs of evil for Revan's Sith. I'm starting to think we got an upgrade."
"You're just angry someone's going to make you clean your boots when we get back," Mira said. Her face showed none of the discomfort Atton was feeling, just a faint frown, as if she was trying to crack a case. "Maybe you'll even actually shower for once."
"You really need new material--"
"Shh."
Mira dropped to one knee, her free arm outstretched. The hand clutching her lightsaber slid forward over the ground. "I thought I heard something," she said. "We've got metal."
"Metallica or Megadeth?" Dead silence. "... That would've been a bad joke on Earth too. You think it's a hatch?"
He squatted down next to her, casting yellow light over the blue of her 'saber. He looked to her, and she nodded.
In tandem, they plunged their impossibly bright lightsabers into the hatch.
Instantly, everything went black.
... and bright again. Except this time, the light was accompanied by a loud burst of pain, striking Atton's arm like a jackhammer. It spidered up his shoulder and stabbed him in the back of the neck. He cried out, stumbling backwards-- his back hit the cave wall with a thunk and a disgusting wet noise he didn't want to think about.
"What the--" he started, blinking away the lights dancing in front of his eyes, his heart feeling like a thick block of quickly-melting ice in his chest. They all faded but the one: the deep blue of Mira's lightsaber.
"Okay," she said flatly, gripping the blade's handle tight. "Don't take the recovering Sith into a crazy Sith compound. Lesson learned." She seemed to be studying Atton, her eyes sweeping over him, and he had no idea why.
Finally, she relaxed. "You owe me a grenade," she said. "And you need to leave."
He didn't understand. "What just happened?"
"Just go."
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