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 ..."
(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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Date: 2012-04-07 12:23 am (UTC)"Er, yeah. From the Rishi Maze? It's a satellite galaxy around the main one."
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Date: 2012-04-07 12:38 am (UTC)"You've lost me, I'm afraid," she says. "I'm an Earth girl - my little corner of the Milky Way's all I know."
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Date: 2012-04-07 12:43 am (UTC)Headtilt. "A lot of Earth folks in the bar. Not many pilots, though."
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Date: 2012-04-07 01:33 am (UTC)Friends. Yeah.
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Date: 2012-04-07 02:17 am (UTC)"Milliways, huh? Talk about a madhouse." She wrinkles her nose, amused. "Which isn't to say I don't love the place."
(She wonders how her funny little civilian would fit in with the confident laid-back breed of military pilots that Milliways seems to welcome so easily; if he'd find somewhere to be comfortable or if he'd flail himself into silence. He'd probably be okay, she thinks, either eventually or after a few drinks. She wonders, nevertheless.)
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Date: 2012-04-07 06:53 pm (UTC)"It was another fight. I have them a lot, so ... you know. But I think my crew and I understand each other quite well, these days."
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