[OOM] Fett!

[stuck_mynock]

There's a city smell on Atton's ship too - metal and pollution and dirt, just slightly. The navcomputer, in the centre of the lounge where they emerge from the bar, indicates via holographic display that they're on Coruscant.

Atton closes the door behind them and heads towards the training area, talking over his shoulder as he goes. "There's bottles of water on the counter if you want to bring one along. Hydration is important, I hear."

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[stuck_mynock]

Atton staggers, a hand going to his jaw.

[mandalorianheir]

Fett takes a step towards Atton, getting in reasonably close...and attempts to knee Atton with his not-sore knee.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton doubles over, groaning loudly.

[mandalorianheir]

And Atton gets a sweep with one of Fett's legs.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton lands on his back, one arm curled over his stomach.

[mandalorianheir]

Fett steps towards Atton, attempting to put a foot down on Atton's 'free' arm...and hoping, probably somewhat vainly, for a cry of 'uncle'.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton winces as the foot lands on his arm, struggling.