Nov. 27th, 2006

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“You’re back, then.”

Atton looked up from his computer screen after several seconds of resolutely ignoring the Disciple.

“Aren’t you a clever boy,” Drawled, as he looked back down at his computer screen, staring at it intently. “This the bit where you give me all the progress reports I’ve missed?”

“Actually, this is the bit where I ask what’s so completely caught your interest,” The Disciple smiled wryly. “Either that, or your attention span has been drastically increased.”

“You’d be surprised.” Vaguely, waving one hand. “Is there anything you need, kid?”

“I don’t need anything,” Lightly. “I can come back later, if you’d prefer it.”

“No. Stay. Just don’t expect me to pay that much attention, alright?”

“Alright. Why is there debris in the landing bay?”

“That’s not debris. That’s the shuttle I came in.”

The Disciple shook his head gravely.
“It’s in pieces, Atton.”

“Rough landing. It was old, just a bucket of bolts and rust.”

“And then you flew it nose first into the ground.”

“Exactly.”

“Right. You’re not meaning to take any other trips soon, are you?”

“Actually,” Atton frowned, flicking off his computer. “I might be making one in a couple of hours.”

“Atton, you’ve only just arrived.”

“You’re extra observant today, y’know that? Continue like this and you may even win a gold star. Does the Enclave have any spare shuttles?”

“It has a few. I’d prefer them to remain in one piece,” The Disciple sighed. “Or if that’s impossible, I’d like the quantity of pieces to at least be in single figures.”

“Will do.”

“I have a few more things to discuss, but hopefully they can wait until you return. When will that be, incidentally?”

“Hard to say. I’ll tell you when I get back.”

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