MCA #4, Saturday Morning
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 scars were gone - but that was it.
Not that there was anyone in the bedroom to make those observations.
Which was probably a good thing.
Because when Jaq jerked up in that bed, it was with immediate readiness. This wasn't the barracks, with a dozen people up and around at the same time; it was an empty room, with just a large, glowing fern and-- were those Jedi lightsabers?-- a bed to greet him. Had the Mandalorians taken him? Wouldn't he be dead if they had? Jaq tossed the covers aside and found, to his undying relief, that he wasn't wearing stuncuffs. He hopped onto the floor and did an immediate check of the perimeter, finding some clothes (which he put on, even if they fit oddly), a blaster tucked under the bed and a door that wasn't locked.
He pushed it open, blaster in hand.
He frowned.
"Where in space am I?" he asked, Alderaani accent coloring his words. "Who's there?!"
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Not that there was anyone in the bedroom to make those observations.
Which was probably a good thing.
Because when Jaq jerked up in that bed, it was with immediate readiness. This wasn't the barracks, with a dozen people up and around at the same time; it was an empty room, with just a large, glowing fern and-- were those Jedi lightsabers?-- a bed to greet him. Had the Mandalorians taken him? Wouldn't he be dead if they had? Jaq tossed the covers aside and found, to his undying relief, that he wasn't wearing stuncuffs. He hopped onto the floor and did an immediate check of the perimeter, finding some clothes (which he put on, even if they fit oddly), a blaster tucked under the bed and a door that wasn't locked.
He pushed it open, blaster in hand.
He frowned.
"Where in space am I?" he asked, Alderaani accent coloring his words. "Who's there?!"
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