Atlas Gym, Wednesday Morning
A staff member had taken one look at Atton as he came in - scrape on his forehead, lightsaber clipped to the belt of his tunic - and taken out the WARNING: LIGHTSABER SPAR IN PROGRESS sign and hung it on the door of the gym. Atton muttered a thanks as he came to a stop on one of the mats, and stretched.
The protests had held on for two successive nights and gone about as smoothly as any protest under threat of state violence could ever get. He'd had to break up a bunch of scrapes and keep the crowd safe, but in comparison to his usual fare, it had been an easy job.
So it was time for some real exercise. Get his muscles working again, now everything was healed up the way it should be. Skywalker had promised him a real fight this time; he was planning to hold the guy to it.
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The protests had held on for two successive nights and gone about as smoothly as any protest under threat of state violence could ever get. He'd had to break up a bunch of scrapes and keep the crowd safe, but in comparison to his usual fare, it had been an easy job.
So it was time for some real exercise. Get his muscles working again, now everything was healed up the way it should be. Skywalker had promised him a real fight this time; he was planning to hold the guy to it.
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