I'm good at shooting people, cracking wise, and pretending to know how to fight.

"Hey, hey, be careful with that! The Hawk is not some run-down cargo freighter, all right?!"

It was Moving Day. Which was fantastic, really. Moving to some place that wasn't falling apart, even if it was the damned Temple? Great like a perfect pazaak deck. Really.

Now if only it didn't involve all of these clowns getting involved with the moving, it would've been perfect.

Brianna dropped a large stack of boxes down on the floor right in front of him. "Hey, that goes in the back," Atton snapped. "You're going to scratch the floor!" But stupid Brianna just gave him the old sneer-face and stomped on her way. "How am I supposed to pilot this thing if you people keep blocking up the corridors?" he bellowed after her.

"Do not worry. We are almost done loading," Deesra said, patting him on the shoulder. (Eugh. He might've saved you but he wasn't your buddy, Deesra.) "Soon we will move back to the Temple, and all will be as it should be."

"Speak for yourself," Atton muttered. "Me, I prefer living in an apartment like a normal person."

Not that he'd be able to do that for... probably a while. Not only was he going to have Sparkle coming over sometime soon, but the others needed him around, to make sure all the water was running and the parts of the Temple they were going to be using were more or less in workable shape. It was going to be an easier job than the Enclave, that was for sure, and at least now he could pick quarters that were on the exact opposite side of a giant building from Mical, the way he liked it.

But it was still a pain in the butt.

"Let me know when you idiots are done. I'm going into the cockpit," he informed the Twi'lek, and did just that.

[[ can be open for phone calls, etc. ]]

Had it been three days? Atton felt like he'd been here for thirty. Okay, on the upside, Mical and Brianna didn't generally come all the way out here, so working on the grid meant not having to deal with them. On the downside, he was now back with the generator, he desperately needed a sanisteam, and...

"So they weren't lying when they said I could find you here."

He looked up and caught Mira looking at him with wry written all over her face. Maybe a little amused. "I had to do something while I waited for you to get back in," he shot back. "What in space have you been doing?"

She shrugged. "Caught my target with my pants down, but he somehow managed to get through my sonic grenade," she said. "He took off before I could gas him. That cost me another week. It was a pain in the ass."

"See," Atton said, sitting up, "This is why I keep telling you: sometimes you just have to shoot a guy in the back."

Mira rolled her eyes. "Not that your casual disregard for sentient life isn't charming," she said dryly, "but surprise, a lot of us don't share it." She eyed him. "So you're really working on this stuff? It's about time someone kept the lights from blowing out in this place. Mical tried, but he's not great."

"'Mical isn't great' is the understatement of the century," Atton muttered. "He's utterly useless. He just sits in there shelving books and apparently the lights cutting off and water leaking out everywhere isn't a problem to him."

That... earned him a sigh. "He's kind of an idiot but he's trying. Much like you," Mira said. "You know this stupid grudge you have is completely irrational, right? Not that it wasn't before, but it's even worse now. I think you're just clinging to it because it's one of the only steady things you still have."

Oh, come on. Atton scowled at her. "Are you going to help, or are you keep standing there trying to psycho-analyze me?" he said. "Because if it's the latter, I want you to take your ass and plant it on a rancor."

"Oh, no, I'm going to stay here and watch you get dirtier," Mira said brightly. "It's the only entertainment I've had all week."

Atton banged his head off the wall and let out a groan.

[[ nfb, can be fi if anyone wants to call. ]]

Theoretically, Dantooine was friendly to the Jedi again - much of what Meetra had done while they were here had improved the locals' opinion of them exponentially. Not only that, but crime had dropped down to a new low, the locals were rebuilding, and everything seemed nice and homey-- but. But that didn't mean the planet's surface had been scorched entirely of bad guys and mercenaries.

Mical had tracked down some mercenary chief to a cave system not too far from the Jedi Enclave. The guy had caught wind and taken some hostages. So of course Atton had been brought in, and they'd cleaned up the caves but good-- but the guy still had the hostages.

And he was waving around some grenades.

Not at Atton, mind you. Atton wasn't stupid - he'd looked for a way around the particular cave the guy was in, and if that meant dealing with the local wildlife - egh - he would.

( Mical was keeping the guy busy... )

[[ some discussion of random NPC death, lah dee dah, nfb, nfi etc. ]]