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Simulation 45y was failing.
Angry red lights were going off everywhere. Along with claxons. Too many claxons. Zin were running around, trying to shut off one claxon after another.
There was a lot of yelling.
And pods kept opening.
That was inconvenient.
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Angry red lights were going off everywhere. Along with claxons. Too many claxons. Zin were running around, trying to shut off one claxon after another.
There was a lot of yelling.
And pods kept opening.
That was inconvenient.
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Or find some other way to break out. Maybe you have friends on the outside?
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The hatch opened a second later.
T3 let out a long string of high-pitched bells and whistles.
"Doing exactly what I told you to doesn't make you a hero, you self-involved trash compactor!" Atton yelled.
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Because, look! A way off the ship! Yes! Best little droid!
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Atton rolled his eyes. He was a great multi-tasker: he could do just that while leaping out of the airlock and onto the loading ramp. "Make yourself useful and get me something to wear," he bellowed at the droid, "Let's get out of here!"
... maybe shoot down a few Zin fighters while they were on the way.
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He was gonna rely on the droid to get his clothes; with the speed h was going, he was practically in the cockpit already.
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"Dormitories," Sparkle echoed, vaguely remembering where they were from the grand tour, but thankful for the reminder all the same. He wasn't exactly at the top of his game right now, walking around Atton's ship in the stark nude not ten minutes after falling out of a brain-hacking bubble like something right out of that Keanu Reeves movie.
... Except minus all the pink slime, anyway.
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The ship gave a little tremor as Atton pulled it away from the door and... deployed the guns.
He might as well.
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"I'm going to put on some pants," he informed the little droid, "and I'm going to find a place to sit down. And then I'm going to just pretend none of that actually happened, at least until I have to admit that it really did."
Best life plans.
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It reached out and took out a neatly-folded tunic and pants to take up to the cockpit.
Bwoo-deet-doo?
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Nonexistent. It wasn't really a thing he grasped, at all, except for the inflections. Sympathetic 'bwoooooo'ing kind of spoke for itself.
"But... you know... thanks for coming with the ship. That was pretty awesome."
Watch out, Atton. Sparkle was going to make friends with your T3.
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The T3 whistled demurely. Then it gestured at the clothes it had grabbed with its eyepiece and dooted again.
Then it drove off to go find Atton, who was currently busy shooting Zin ships out of the sky bare-assed.
As you do.
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And if T3 was a cheater, at least he was exactly the sort of company that Sparkle was most comfortable keeping in the first place. He followed along after the little droid, deciding that fashion from Atton's galaxy was, if not to his usual taste, at least sufficiently comfortable for him to not bitch about it, and when they made their way into the cockpit (what a word), just sort of hung back in the doorway for a moment, finally letting the nudity catch up to him and really sink in.
Oh hi.
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He yanked the tunic down finally - the gloves and the other stuff would have to wait - and sent the Ebon Hawk diving down low below a set of incoming fighters.
Right. Sparks was here. He should probably set the ship down on the ground instead of continuing his one-man, not-entirely-Jedi-sanctioned payback run.
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Though maybe he would pull up a seat. That seemed like a good plan, all things considered.
"They're seriously stupid enough to keep fighting? After all that?"
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Blah blah there is no emotion, there is peace-- e chu ta, how had Skywalker done the whole calming thing again?
"Some of those soldiers are punch-clock, but that Zinyak guy..."
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