Just Outside MCA, The Matrix, Shortly After Zinyak's Broadcast, Thursday

[suitablyheroic]

Several hours of searching his apartment - when he and Cara had gotten back, and again this morning - and then the greater premises of the MCA building, such as the lobby - and Atton had finally found a weapon

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[wrongkindofsith]

Cara was disturbingly chipper right now. The broadcast hadn't exactly reassured her (there was only one thing...person that would do that), but it had given her a target.

"After you're done, I'll make him wish you hadn't stopped kicking."

[suitablyheroic]

"Good!" Atton said. He was not unhappy in his choice of impromptu roommates right now. "Towers, right? That's where these guys are supposed to be?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"They're the most likely thing to need guards," Cara agreed. "And they didn't even bother to clear anything around the bases so we should be able to ambush someone easily enough."

Mord'Sith temples weren't built how and where they were just for aesthetics.

[suitablyheroic]

Atton gave the broom handle a practice swing. It worked well enough. "Figure we can cave in a few skulls, find out where their boss is hiding," he said. "Works for me."

[wrongkindofsith]

"And if they're reluctant to talk, I can be very persuasive."

Cara, remember the part where you weren't supposed to do things like that any more? No? Fine, Carry on.

[suitablyheroic]

It was okay! Atton wasn't supposed to get pissed off and seriously consider murderragetorture anymore, but he didn't have the Force right now, so was anyone truly checking?

"Good," he said. "Then let's go, I'm sick of this."

Someone should've paid more attention to all the pocket dimension stuff.

[wrongkindofsith]

Two someones, but they'd both find out why ignoring all that was a bad idea soon enough.

Cara nodded. "I need to hit something."

[suitablyheroic]

"You and me both," Atton said crabbily, as he began to walk. "I can't believe they touched my ship."

That part was the easiest to focus on.

[wrongkindofsith]

Paying attention to the small outrages helped to repress the larger ones.

"Probably too scared there might be a fair fight if they didn't."

[suitablyheroic]

"Could've just blasted those towers out of the sky if I had her," Atton said. "Now we'll just have to dismantle them one by one."

[wrongkindofsith]

"The towers or the guards?"

Who was she kidding?

Both. Both was good.

[suitablyheroic]

"Both?" Atton offered. He gave the handle another swing. "Hey, look."

Aliens. Milling around. With guns.

"I could use a gun."

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara drew her agiels, reminding herself silently that they weren't working because of the aliens.

"We should go ask them nicely for one." Then take it anyway when that didn't work.

[suitablyheroic]

One of the aliens jerked straight up as he noticed them. He immediately fired a bolt that went soaring just past Atton's head.

"Perfect!" Atton said. "They're blasters! Maybe even my stolen blasters!"

He dashed forward. Luckily these guys aimed like Stormtroopers.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara followed close on his heels, because he didn't get to have all the fun.

[suitablyheroic]

Atton took a swing at the guy who'd shot at him the first time, clobbering him hard in the arm. There. There went the blaster.

Then he smacked him over the head with the back of the stick.