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?, a Hutt Vessel, Tatooine, Sunday
Dec. 28th, 2014 04:29 pmThe first thing that came to Atton's mind out of the inky darkness was pain. It was that terrible kind of headache that you knew wasn't a hangover but felt like the worst one imaginable, pounding in on his skull like a herd of stampeding bantha while some deranged nerf herder hit the bantha bell over and over again.
Which was 1) terrible, because it meant someone had hit him over the head and it sucked, 2) good, because feeling it meant that whoever had hit him over the head hadn't figured out any of the six or so compounds that could knock a Jedi on their ass, or at least the dosages, and how terrible was it that Atton could rattle this off when he couldn't even open his eyes yet, and 3) ... it wasn't good, because this meant he'd been unconscious for a while.
When he finally managed to pry his eyes open, he had to add a 4) ugh, because he'd drooled on his leg in his sleep, and a 5) this stunk, because whatever room they'd been dropped off in had clearly been occupied by a bunch of animals before them.
"Mrgh," Atton said, which he hoped conveyed numbers one through five to the equally tied-up person sitting next to him.
Except for the drool thing. He was kind of hoping she hadn't picked up on that one.
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Which was 1) terrible, because it meant someone had hit him over the head and it sucked, 2) good, because feeling it meant that whoever had hit him over the head hadn't figured out any of the six or so compounds that could knock a Jedi on their ass, or at least the dosages, and how terrible was it that Atton could rattle this off when he couldn't even open his eyes yet, and 3) ... it wasn't good, because this meant he'd been unconscious for a while.
When he finally managed to pry his eyes open, he had to add a 4) ugh, because he'd drooled on his leg in his sleep, and a 5) this stunk, because whatever room they'd been dropped off in had clearly been occupied by a bunch of animals before them.
"Mrgh," Atton said, which he hoped conveyed numbers one through five to the equally tied-up person sitting next to him.
Except for the drool thing. He was kind of hoping she hadn't picked up on that one.
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