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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"We've done the fighting it out occasionally." Kaidy smirks a little; boxing lessons when she was young have a way of paying off when she needs them most. "But solving it through kills wouldn't really work, since we're not all fighter-pilots: my wing-woman used to be search-and-rescue, for starters."

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"But that just means you'd always win."

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"True." Kaidy cackles again, soft and wicked. "But that tends to piss people off all over again."

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"But then, you'll win those arguments, too."

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"Yeah, but, you know, call me crazy - but I kind of like having friends as well."

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"I dunno, my friends seem to cope."

But then, a lot of Atton's friends treat him as you would treat a friendly, enthusiastic, but ultimately wild and potentially vicious animal - with caution, wry understanding, and a supply of food to hand to placate him.

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"It doesn't really make it easier for you to command them, though." She smirks. "And I give such good orders..."

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"Maybe, maybe, you should mess with their heads by giving bad ones."

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"Oh, I do... unfortunately, not always deliberately. But I always give them terribly well."

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"S'the most important thing, really. Bombast."

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"Bombast," Kaidy says thoughtfully. "...Isn't that a brand of rum?"

PRIORITIES, PEOPLE.

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"I hope so," Atton says contemplatively.

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"We should ask Bar," Kaidy suggests. "I mean, I'm a whisky drinker as a rule, but a rum calling itself Bombast sounds like it has potential."

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"Sounds like it might be quite strong, yeah. With a slight tinge of fruit."

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"Hmm." She thinks about this. "Not sure about the fruit, but definitely strong. Maybe with some spices in it."

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"The back says that it goes well with cocktails involving honey, but nobody ever tries."

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"I'd try it!" Kaidy says cheerfully. "But I'll try anything."

If you know what she means~

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"Excellent! We should see if Bar has it."

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"We should!"

Pause.

"Does that mean we have to leave all the planes, though?"

D: They will be so lonely without her!

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Mournfully: "I suppose so."

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"But they will be so lonely without us!"

Beat.

"Well, without me. I imagine they'll be fine without you."

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"I imagine they hate you," Atton says serenely.

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"Hah! Impossible." She tosses her head. "Who could possibly hate a face this pretty?"

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"But, but, what if you're terribly ugly?"