MCA #4, Saturday Morning

[suitablyheroic]

There wasn't much that showed the difference between the Jaq that woke up that morning and the Atton who'd gone to bed early the night before: his hair was military short, and the jaded, tired look in his eyes had been replaced with something more wary and watchful. A little baby fat had returned to his features, too, and at least two-thirds of the

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[myownface]

... That was not what Sparkle had expected to see this morning when Atton emerged from his bedroom, no. He looked up at him from the couch, a spoonful of Sugar Bombs halfway to his mouth, and blinked.

"Um, hi. Just me. Hi?"

Ah, shit, that was a blaster. Sparkle was going to kind of shrink down behind his cereal bowl a little.

[suitablyheroic]

"Who are you?" Jaq snapped. That blaster wasn't lowering any. "How did you bring me here?"

[myownface]

Shit, Sparkle was so not equipped to handle this.

"Swear to god, I didn't bring anybody here," he said, wide-eyed. "Fuck, how stupid do you think I'd have to be to bring you here against your will and then leave you armed?"

HE'D SEEN YOU CUT OFF SOMEBODY'S HEAD IN COLD BLOOD THIS SUMMER, ATTON. HE WAS NOT THAT DUMB.

[suitablyheroic]

Jaq went over that in his head. The guy had a point - this was the worst capture attempt in the history of warfare if he had. Still, something was fishy here.

He lowered the blaster, at least, but his eyes had narrowed. "Where's my commander?" he said. "Or at least the Jedi who lives here?"