Out-of-millicanon shenaniganings.

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Atton is in the Paradox Squadron hanger (Force knows how they managed to get a hanger into the upper floors at the bar, Atton just isn't going to ask), doing repairs on his Dart.

(The Dart is a good ship. A compact, one-person light fighter in an arrowhead shape, coloured dark grey, with as many guns as the Republic's engineers could fit on it. It's one of the smaller ships there, with only the A-Wings being smaller, and even then not by much.

The Paradox Squadron symbol is etched on one wing, along with a tally of kills which is somewhat astronomical.)

This involves lying on his stomach on the top of the ship, curved over the cockpit, in jeans, an undershirt (both oil-soaked) and a rather large welding mask, poking at an open panel with something that sparks every so often.

"Shhhh, shhhh, darling. S'okay, we're nearly there ..."

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Ooh, hello.

A cool plane, and a good-looking male. Kaidy approves.

There is, therefore, a patchwork blonde pilot with an oil streak across her snub nose, peering up at him with wicked grey eyes and a shameless appreciation for both man and plane, a wrench-carrying hand propped against her hip.

"Nice wings."

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Solemnly: "They are the best wings."

Through the welding mask, his voice is a little metallic sounding.

"Everyone else here seems to like X-Wings. They've got better guns on them, but they're big and clumsy."

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Kaidy sniffs in professional disapprobation.

"Big and clumsy's no fun. My own bird is fast and violent: just the way I like them."

If you know what she means.

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"They seem to think X-Wings are agile, but they're nothing on an A-Wing or a Dart," Atton says. "Your bird in the hanger here?"

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"No, worse luck." She tuts. "One of these days, I'll find a way to bring her here and show her off."

Kaidy grins: her Valkyrie is the best and the brightest thing in the skies, and she knows it.

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"S'won't be as good as my Dart, but I'm sure it'll be very nice," Atton says, closing the panel.

He slides off the ship, landing on his feet, and undoes the welding mask, pulling it off.

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Kaidy snorts. "If I ever bring her here, I'll race you. Then we'll see who's the best."

She grins at him. "I'm Captain Hawkins, by the way, but you can call me Kaidy."

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"Deal," Atton says.

He grins back at her. "Master Atton Rand," he says, "but, er, it's just Atton. I used to be Airman First Class, too, so my actual flyin' rank ain't as impressive as yours."

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"Well, it's Group Captain the Honourable Katherine Douglas-Hawkins, if we're going to be posh about things," Kaidy says, "But the only people who get to call me that load of old bollocks are my commanding officers and my mother."

Beat.

"Which, to be fair, is more or less the same thing. Anyway, it's the flying hours that count, right?"

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"Aha. I put in a lot of flying hours. Racked up a lot of kills, too, but for promotions they tend to want somebody who can actually be responsible and stuff, not just kill things," Atton grins.

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"Yeah, I never understood it myself. Apparently you can fool all of the people all of the time, or something?" Kaidy grins crookedly. "That or they were blinded by the posh accent."

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"You do sound very Inner Rim," Atton admits.

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She quirks a brow. "Inner Rim? Sounds like something you need a cream for."

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...Well, then.

The plane is ... well, a plane, but the dirty attractive man is, well, a dirty, attractive man.

Sam wolf-whistles, appreciatively and rather lasciviously.

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Atton is totally not blushing under the welding mask, there isn't any blushing visible even as far down on his neck, that's your imagination, Sam.

"You are cruel," Atton says.

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"Cruel, and really good at making you blush," Sam observes, cheerfully unrepentant. "Hello, Atton."

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Atton slides off the Dart, pulling the welding mask off and setting it on the floor.

"S'not a good skill to have. S'a foolish skill."

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"I don't know, I think it's pretty entertaining," Sam smirks. "But then I'm awesome, not a lanky dorkface such as yourself."

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Atton gives Sam a mournful look.

Then reaches forward and shoves him.

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D:

Atton is the most cruel of all possible Attons!

Sam, therefore, shoves back. Although given the difference in size between them, he has to put a bit more effort in.

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D:

Atton rubs his fingers in some still wet oil situated near his collarbone and reaches forward, smearing it onto Sam's face.

"S'will make you prettier."

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D:

"I hate you!"

SHOVE!

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"No," Atton says mournfully, "I hate you. You are ugly."

Pause.

The saddest tackle.

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"Ooof!"

Sam rolls over, fighting to be on top and to push Atton down.

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Atton is determined not to lose this one!

There might be shameless abuse of his size and strength here.