[for kitty] force witches? you're kidding, right?

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[ following this]The fight over who drove the speeder had been short-lived and...somehow...Anakin lost. He comforted himself with the idea that he'd gone easy on her, injured hand and all. And of course, the injured hand had meant he could just bundle her straightaway over to the medkit when they got on board his ship

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"I told you that you should have let me drive," she scowls.

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Anakin blinked at her. "You don't know where we're going."

Pause.

"And the ship still would have broken any-"

He shakes his head. Not important. "Two choices: I can try to fix it up here...or we can land and fix it on the ground." The ship's computer still hadn't given him a name for the planet nearby, but it had at least helpfully informed him that it was both temperate and inhabitable for humans.

The only plus to landing was in case some pirate or other outlaw came along, at least they wouldn't be drifting in space just asking for it. Then again, Force only knew what was down on the ground.

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Dry, "Well, you are the driver, mighty Jedi, what do we do?"

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"You don't even know what that means," he mutters as he turns back to the instrument panel. That is, what being a Jedi really means. Except for the few things he's told her.

He also sets in a course for the planet, figuring this looks to require more effort than a simple quick fix and at least they'd be able to get out and stretch their legs, if needed. Or something. And, mental note, have a word with the Temple techs.

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"You don't know what being a ninja or an X-Men means, but I don't cut off your head to show you, phase your heart out of your body, or complain about it, now, do I?" she mutters back.

She wants her own ship.

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The 'cut off your head to show you' part earns her something of an incredulous look from Anakin before he turns his attention back to the ship, since they're now entering atmosphere and things might get tricky.

They don't, of course, but they might.

In fact, the trip down is singularly simple. It's creepy. That, plus the fact that they aren't hailed over the comm to identify themselves suggests no sentient habitation but...the world is livable, why wouldn't it have been colonized like pretty much every other livable planet in the known galaxy?

So now Anakin's muttering, "I've got a bad feeling about this."

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"...Why did you say that? You never say that, idiot!" she hisses. "That guarantees bad things happen."

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He stops and actually considers that.

She's right.

Why did he say that?

"Well," he shrugs, "too late now?"

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She stills.

Because she's pretty sure she hears a dense-sort of rythmic noise.

"I think you're right."

Thank God her uniform is under her clothing.

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He turns his head in the direction the sound's coming from but he's not actually listening, per se. He is, however, wishing he'd been given the damn starfighter. You know, the ship with the very useful guns?

"We've got company," he says, pulling his lightsaber from his belt. "Three somethings big and..." that listening look again. "Three-...probably human." Humanlike. And something else about them he couldn't quite put his finger on.

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Her robe drops, phased off; there are throwing knives in belts hanging on each side, and a quick phase of her hand through a seat has it coming back with a katana.

It may be metal, but metal can still be deadly.

"Are they nice company you invite for tea, or the kind of comapny where you introduce their faces to brick walls?"

Suddenly, Kitty is gone, gone, gone, and only Shadowcat is there.

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There definitely a sort of serious intent to the beings approaching. Deadly? He wasn't sure. And none of the crazed anger he associated with immediate threats. Some sort of patrol, maybe?

"Not sure. Definitely dangerous, but they might not want to kill us," that last bit is said with a wry grin before he heads for the hatch. "Only one way to find out."

He didn't like sitting around waiting for the danger to come to him.

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"Anakin!" she hisses.

"Do you really think it's smart to go out the door?"

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Anakin's staring at her, "well, unless you want me to cut hole in the bulkhead and make our stay here last that much long-..."

"...oh. Right. You have a better idea."

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"Yes, my love," she says dryly, and offers a hand. "Why take the door when you can take the floor?"

She is unaware, it should be noted, of what she called him even if her voice was dry.

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Anakin slips his free hand into hers, lightsaber held at the ready -- if not actually powered on yet -- in the other. "Okay, let's go."

Maybe later he'll puzzle over that particular endearment showing up in her speech but for now he's writing it off as sarcasm.

And they do have more important things to worry about. Like living through whatever this encounter is about to be.