"I assume I can expect you to behave appropriately ( Read more... )

"He's not talking ( Read more... )

It'd been a couple of weeks. So far, progress had been slow but steady. A spice delivery here, breaking someone's arm there... it hadn't taken all that much to impress the idiots running operations out here. What had taken a while was for the idiots to get in over their head, though Atton had known they would, back when he'd put this operation ( Read more... )

Atton really needed to stop touching his head.

He also needed to stop thinking of himself as Atton; Theemin was going to be the name for the forseeable future. And Theemin had a bald head, and a goatee that hung right between 'hipster but attractive' and 'obnoxious'. He dressed like far Outer Rim trash unconcerned with frills, and he talked that ( Read more... )

Atton tossed the helmet down at the table. "You're joking," he said. "Mical, I missed out on hosting a class for this ( Read more... )

"Yeah, that thing is definitely still up there," Atton said, peering straight on up. He was sitting on top of the Hawk, so he had a pretty good view. "Ugh. A whole planet that doesn't even know there's life outside this solar system, and space still has to come invade us every five seconds ( Read more... )

It was a perfectly ordinary day ( Read more... )

So yesterday's quick tension relief had turned into a pretty frequent tension relief had ended in...

... well, Atton squinting up at the sunlight that filtered in through his window, trying to roll away from it, and bumping into Sarah's arm. "Mrrgh," he said, flinging his own arm over his face.

[[ for one, and then another. ]]

Atton's phone had been ringing since before the radio thing went down, but at least now he knew more or less what was going on. Ugh. This thing again ( Read more... )

First couple of days back in the field: that felt good. Done some good stuff, too, defending people from raiders while they worked on restoring their village.

But neither all that effort nor Jedi rations really filled your stomach up the right way, so rather than stick around after the debriefing, Atton had decided to take a fast portal home. ( Read more... )