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Apr. 28th, 2006 06:25 pmThe assassin drone had done it’s job well. When Atton had located the ship on the Czerka Database, it had zoomed off into the distance. Atton had half expected it to crash. But instead, when he had reached his ship, he found several mangled and burnt bodies on the ramp. It took a couple of seconds to push them off and, then he entered the cockpit, grinning broadly.
It had taken long enough.
He quickly piloted it upwards, away from Coruscant, feeling something brush against the edges of his mind. He ignored the feeling, loading into the coordinates for Telos and heading away from Coruscant as fast as he could.
If he ever saw it again in the next ten years it’d be too soon.
For a moment, he might have thought someone was whispering his ear, as he made the jump. But it was just the engines.
Ignore the Dark Jedi behind the curtain.
* * * * *
“How long are you staying for?” The Disciple asked, steepling his fingers. Atton shrugged vaguely, looking round the sparse, minimalist office on Telos.
“Not long. Just enough time to get my ship repaired.”
“The ship you stole.”
“That’d be the one.”
“The TSF are not exactly pleased.”
“That’s their problem.”
The Disciple nodded, a tiny movement of his head.
“Admiral Onasi was very generous in purchasing a new ship from the merchants you stole it from. It’s significantly faster, so they were more than willing to forgive and not press charges.”
“Faster?”
“You can’t steal it. They already left.”
“... Oh.”
Atton shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, tapping his fingers on it’s arm.
“Guess I’ll be heading to the cantina then.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t dream of keeping you,” The Disciple replied pleasantly, standing up. “But, Atton, while you are here - ...”
“Yes?”
“There are a group of younglings I’d like you to give a couple of lessons. We are painfully short on adult Jedi to act as teachers.”
“Uh-huh, let me guess, this isn’t at all compulsory, right?”
“Atton,” The Disciple replied. “This is entirely your choice. With that said, I must warn you that this is Mira's idea, and that she may not take kindly to you refusing.”
"Tell me she hasn't got a new pair of stun cuffs she needs to try out."
"Sadly, I cannot do that. Not without being dishonest."
“Right. Okay, I’ll give them a couple of lessons. Send the details of what I’m supposed to teach to my rooms,” Atton replied with a shrug, heading for the door. “But I want the repairs on my ship to be free of charge.”
“The repairs on Mr. and Mrs. Gand’s ship will be free of charge,” The Disciple smiled. “And Atton, there’s a meeting on - Atton? Atton!”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Atton yelled over his shoulder, now two-thirds of the way to the lift. “Bet it’ll be a barrel of laughs,” As the lift doors closed, he added. “What were you talking about again?”
It had taken long enough.
He quickly piloted it upwards, away from Coruscant, feeling something brush against the edges of his mind. He ignored the feeling, loading into the coordinates for Telos and heading away from Coruscant as fast as he could.
If he ever saw it again in the next ten years it’d be too soon.
For a moment, he might have thought someone was whispering his ear, as he made the jump. But it was just the engines.
* * * * *
“How long are you staying for?” The Disciple asked, steepling his fingers. Atton shrugged vaguely, looking round the sparse, minimalist office on Telos.
“Not long. Just enough time to get my ship repaired.”
“The ship you stole.”
“That’d be the one.”
“The TSF are not exactly pleased.”
“That’s their problem.”
The Disciple nodded, a tiny movement of his head.
“Admiral Onasi was very generous in purchasing a new ship from the merchants you stole it from. It’s significantly faster, so they were more than willing to forgive and not press charges.”
“Faster?”
“You can’t steal it. They already left.”
“... Oh.”
Atton shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, tapping his fingers on it’s arm.
“Guess I’ll be heading to the cantina then.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t dream of keeping you,” The Disciple replied pleasantly, standing up. “But, Atton, while you are here - ...”
“Yes?”
“There are a group of younglings I’d like you to give a couple of lessons. We are painfully short on adult Jedi to act as teachers.”
“Uh-huh, let me guess, this isn’t at all compulsory, right?”
“Atton,” The Disciple replied. “This is entirely your choice. With that said, I must warn you that this is Mira's idea, and that she may not take kindly to you refusing.”
"Tell me she hasn't got a new pair of stun cuffs she needs to try out."
"Sadly, I cannot do that. Not without being dishonest."
“Right. Okay, I’ll give them a couple of lessons. Send the details of what I’m supposed to teach to my rooms,” Atton replied with a shrug, heading for the door. “But I want the repairs on my ship to be free of charge.”
“The repairs on Mr. and Mrs. Gand’s ship will be free of charge,” The Disciple smiled. “And Atton, there’s a meeting on - Atton? Atton!”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Atton yelled over his shoulder, now two-thirds of the way to the lift. “Bet it’ll be a barrel of laughs,” As the lift doors closed, he added. “What were you talking about again?”
