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[i_love_kettch]

[OOM: Home, and shopping, and X-wings are clearly the superior starfighter.]

"--okay, so a Bothan walks into--"

The door swings shut behind him as he realises that he hasn't walked into the main corridor on-base -- Wes is back in Milliways, with his orange flightsuit, bag on his shoulder and a blaster on his right hip and-- is that a sword on his

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[stuck_mynock]

"Is that a nerf?" Atton blinks. He's leaning against a tree.

How he got there, it may never be known. We can probably presume it involved walking in some form.

"Or is it not a thing at all?" He tilts his head slightly, squinting at the thing. "Or is it a ronto?"

[i_love_kettch]

Presuming's not exactly a safe occupation in Milliways, but Wes'll do it all the same.

"It's a bantha," he corrects Atton firmly, and waves the blastsword at him in a scowly fashion. All this causes, of course, is a mess of blue sparks.

So he just points the blade and grins once the sparks fade. "All right, give me something you think I can draw."

[stuck_mynock]

Atton squints at the shape before it vanishes.
"A bantha ... Huh."

"How about a stick figure? Or a gizka! Except that might be technically difficult, come to think of it."

[i_love_kettch]

Wes contemplates, and then decides to go for the simple option, yes.

He swishes the blade around, and-- there! A glowing blue stick figure with what's supposed to be messy hair. Unfortunately it was hard to keep the squiggles from covering more than half of the circle.

"It's you," he says with a lopsided grin.

[majorinyri]

Inyri was outside, somewhere...wrapped in a flightjacket and wearing a pink hat (that would be evilly familiar to Gavin). "When'd you get back?"

Yeah, she noticed he was gone.

[i_love_kettch]

Wes looks round at her and grins, then gives her a salute with the 'sword. You know, cross-through-circle thing. Sloppily, naturally.

"Only just back. Miss me?"

[majorinyri]

Inyri leans back from him and his swinging sword. "Only a little. Miss me?"

[i_love_kettch]

Hey, Wes would never hit Inyri with the blastsword.

Intentionally, anyway.

"Pfft, you were back home, too. A version of you. What's there to miss?"

He's kidding, sure he is.

[jedipilot]

Oh kriff no. It's been a while since Jaina's seen one of those things, but the Jedi has distinct memories of one of those Yellow Aces on Borleais wtih a blastsword.

And not necessarily good memories, either.

Which may be why the training remote's now shut off and the lightsaber clipped to her belt as she stares.

Jaina has a bad feeling about this.

[i_love_kettch]

Mmm. Yellow Aces.

Wes is drawing an X-wing now.

That is, it looks like an X-wing if you squint a bit. Or a lot.

[jedipilot]

Jaina shakes her head and clicks in the back of her throat as she walks over to Wes and the blastsword. And that really horrible looking thing drawn. That's supposed to be an X-wing? Or maybe a clawcraft? Or maybe it's another bantha.

"Sure you should be allowed to use one of those?"

[i_love_kettch]

Wes looks round and grins at her brightly. "Heyyy, Solo! 'Course 'm allowed," he says dismissively, not quite lying.

He waves his free hand to the bag dumped unceremoniously on the grass nearby. "Pass that up, will you?"

Clearly he's too bouncy to say please.

[slayer_fray]

Slayer.

Skaterug.

Hovering a few feet away.

MAJOR case of the shinylust.

'M just sayin'.

[i_love_kettch]

Now really, anyone on a flying skaterug thingy has no right getting all 'ooh shiny' over a sword that trails sparks.

Wes'll still play it though. He's like that.

So when he spots Mel, he grins sideways at her and says, "Any requests?"

They'll all me squiggles, 'course.

[slayer_fray]

"Does it do anything other than squiggles?" she asks, leaning forward and gliding closer.

Like, killing things? Killing things would be jake.

[i_love_kettch]

Kills in the right hands, i.e., not Wes', but he thinks she just means the art.

"Hey, 's not squiggles. Masterpieces. I could've been an artist if I hadn't gone into flyin', y'know."

Cause all the best artists draw sparks in the air.

[blinded__faith]

Oh hey, there's an outside. Shiny.

There's also this pesky problem involving demon bunnies.

Now, most of the time, a cat vs. a bunny... not really the sort of fight you're likely to see, I think. On the other hand, the demon bunnies are fair game.

And this cat hits about hip-high on a normal Earth-style human.

The cat pauses in his hunting, for a moment, to study the trail of sparks.

... and he didn't just roll his eyes, no, or snort. That's just your imagination, surely.

Cats don't do that, right?

[i_love_kettch]

Wes' imagination is clearly overactive anyway, but he eyes the big cat after drawing something that's supposed to be a snowspeeder.

"...what, y'got somethin' to say?"

It's always good to assume animals can talk, here and back home. Could be some weird species.

On the other hand, could just be a cat.

[blinded__faith]

The cat smirks, except that cats don't smirk.

:Ye who have ears to hear, listen.:

-- They also don't talk telepathically.

Right?

[i_love_kettch]

Not usually, they don't, and Wes squints at it, rubbing his hair with his free hand.

"...I'm listenin', then."

Pause.

"Is that like a Jedi thing?"

Because a Jedi cat would be pretty cool, he supposes.