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 ..."

Comments

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

[can_finish_them]

"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."

[can_finish_them]

"We should!"

Pause.

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

D: They will be so lonely without her!

[stuck_mynock]

Mournfully: "I suppose so."

[can_finish_them]

"But they will be so lonely without us!"

Beat.

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

[stuck_mynock]

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

[can_finish_them]

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

[stuck_mynock]

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