[OOM] Ilum, Jedi Enclave.
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They have all of an hour to get up, shower, have breakfast and get ready before Atton is rushing off, yelling back at Will and Guppy about how they should start making tracks.
Five minutes later, they arrive in the hangar bay, and Atton starts looking around for their snowspeeders. He's a little miffed when he sees what they have instead.
Furry animals, about halfway between mammal and flightless bird, with reins and harnesses.
"I thought we were getting snowspeeders, not tauntauns," he protests.
The Jedi he's talking to shakes their head, sadly. "Snowspeeders are all broken."
Five minutes later, they arrive in the hangar bay, and Atton starts looking around for their snowspeeders. He's a little miffed when he sees what they have instead.
Furry animals, about halfway between mammal and flightless bird, with reins and harnesses.
"I thought we were getting snowspeeders, not tauntauns," he protests.
The Jedi he's talking to shakes their head, sadly. "Snowspeeders are all broken."
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Date: 2009-03-08 09:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-08 09:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-08 10:04 pm (UTC)"Oh aye, is."
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Date: 2009-03-08 10:07 pm (UTC)A pause, before he reaches out, wrapping one arm around Guppy, another around Will, and lifting them slightly off the ground as he jumps down.
It's not a hugely long fall, and once they land he puts them down again.
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Date: 2009-03-08 10:12 pm (UTC)"Did we just fly?"
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Date: 2009-03-08 10:16 pm (UTC)"Guess that works."
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Date: 2009-03-08 10:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-08 10:29 pm (UTC)He gets his stun gun ready and follows Atton. He can hear something, very quietly, not quite touching his conscious thought yet.
But if he paid attention, it would sound like the beat of drums.
"I like not going smush." he adds.
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Date: 2009-03-08 10:30 pm (UTC)There's the sense of age and someone watching so Will keeps looking around, trying to figure out who's there.
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Date: 2009-03-08 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-03-08 10:36 pm (UTC)"We the only ones 'ere?"
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Date: 2009-03-08 10:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-08 10:51 pm (UTC)"Can you hear it too?" he asks, meaning the drums.
It's not just drums now, there's a guitar filtering in.
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Date: 2009-03-08 10:53 pm (UTC)"Oh aye."
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Date: 2009-03-08 10:53 pm (UTC)"No, I can't."
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Date: 2009-03-08 11:00 pm (UTC)"One day the artist said
Lets try rock and roll
And people danced the night away
With music in their soul..."
He has an entranced look on his face, and takes a few steps towards it.
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Date: 2009-03-08 11:01 pm (UTC)Will puts his hand on Guppy's arm,
"Dinna leave."
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Date: 2009-03-08 11:03 pm (UTC)After all, they're in an underground, mazelike set of ruins. Visions can't hurt them, but that doesn't mean that following them won't lead them to things that can.
He sets a hand on Guppy's shoulder.
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Date: 2009-03-08 11:11 pm (UTC)"But soon there were the ones,
Just used it to get high...
It's time to break the needle,
You'll see we'll still get by..."
He grimaces. The tune is good, but the lyrics read like they were written by a teenager.
And then he sees a teenager. And he gasps, recognising the familiar mop of dark curls. And his immediate thought is that he's about to see something horrible happen to what is presumably his son...
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Date: 2009-03-08 11:13 pm (UTC)"Guppy, what is it?"
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Date: 2009-03-08 11:26 pm (UTC)In front of him, Fry is joined by two other boys, one on the drums and one on the violin. They launch into the chorus, Fry leaning forward into the microphone as he lets the guitar roar.
"We may have got detention,
But you can't destroy the song,
The record needle's broken,
But the music lingers on.
And it's not about sex and it's not about drugs
And the music's everything to us
Broken needles... broken needles..."
The music leads into an interlude, but fades quietly into the background. Fry puts down the guitar, and walks right up to Guppy. He grins at him, looking like he's going to hug him, but instead putting his hand out for a high five.
Guppy smiles slightly, and reaches forward to give it. As his hand touches Fry's, the vision fades, and he finally blinks and looks around at the others.
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Date: 2009-03-08 11:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-08 11:28 pm (UTC)Atton gives him a shake.
"You okay, there?"
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