Atton has carted a little table and some moving targets out by the lake, and is testing out some of his newly designed weapons ( Read more... )

Jaq is sat upon a clifftop, staring outwards into the distance.

There was someone in the trees earlier, watching from afar, but he's gone now. Jaq doesn't suspect he'll come back soon.

There's not really any such thing as a morning on Kazic III, but if there was, now would be it. There are people starting to mill around the village, setting up market stalls, and off on a higher cliff, guards running through training ( Read more... )

When the door opens, Atton bounces through with all the enthusiasm of a young boy who's been told that he's going on a trip to the Puppies, Comics and Fireworks Store, whereupon he will be given cake.

He's also, for once, completely unarmed, which is arguably a very poor idea when going anywhere with Fett, but never mind.

Kazic III doesn't have a day or a night - the sky constantly glows with shifting patterns of warm, pleasant colours. It does have a generally accepted time when most people are asleep, though, and now is it ( Read more... )

Out in the vast forests of Kazic III, the carpet of snow is rather abruptly disturbed as a flash of green light sends snowflakes flying outwards and animals fleeing ( Read more... )

I bring you the vaguest of all planning posts, because I'm pretty content to just wing it, for the most part ( Read more... )

"So, that there is the target," Atton says.

They left the bar a couple of hours ago. Atton bought Sam something to eat before ushering him to a high cliff looking over the colony - and the big grey and brown tower in the distance.

"S'a laboratory sort of thing. Does experiments into hyperspace and space distortion. S'heavily guarded and all."

The city which Will and Atton land in looks almost deserted. A closer look, once they get out of the shuttle, reveals otherwise - it's not deserted, it's just that everyone's locked themselves up in their houses.

"This place stinks of fear," Atton says, brightly, sniffing the air.

When the morning comes, Atton's gone, but there are two rather ragged and thin looking pirates poking Will with their feet.

"Get up," one says (he's very shrill). "You're to report to the quartermaster, down on deck four."