[OOM] Transimir System.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton's ship drops out of orbit around Transimir, a massive, dust-orange and white ball that doesn't look like it would support life.

Floating around it, there's a rather large space station, all dull greys and blacks, with several beeping lights.

"Okay," Atton says, wheeling around the pilot's chair to peer at Will and Guppy. "I have a contact on the Transimir Station. Once we talk to him, we can do stuff. Cantinas. Museums. Stuff. I mean, not museums, they're dull, but cantinas."

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Neutral, but if they're given a choice between siding with you or Doom-Lobster over there, they'll pick Crusty. Lagos can take you to the planet, hopefully. If not, you'll have to make other arrangements."

Atton's image flickers a little.

"He's shorter than me ..." Static starts to block more and more of what he's saying. "... hair ... wears a lot of ... you'll find him in the ... or the ... hopefully. If you can't find him ... ot ... venient ... atic."

He fiddles about with something, becoming momentarily clearer.

"If you get down to the planet, I can find you. Keep as low a profile as you can, and stick together, both of you. Force be with you both." The image fizzles out.

[will_scarlett]

Will pats Guppy's arm,

"Breath, we'll find a way to get it figured, some'ow."

[guppy_sandhu]

I knew I should have packed Valium.

Guppy nods. He takes the opportunity of not needing to do anything for a few minutes to try and compose himself. He actually has the breathing under control; hyperventilating and passing out in this situation might cost him his life. The rest of him feels like shit.

"I'm okay." he says, which is a complete lie, but he hopes to convey that he's got it under control enough not to be a liability. Hopefully.

He manages to calm himself down enough to uncurl and hug Will.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

The escape pod, meanwhile, floats sedately onwards towards the vast docking bay of the Transimir Station.