Voicemail / Disclaimer

[myownface]

"I get my own phone? I get my own PHONE. You have GOT to realize that's going to mean you'll get my voicemail all the time, right? I mean, they can't hand me my own PHONE and then expect me to not use it, so leave a message on my voicemail for me and I'll get back to you, unless I don't. And if that's the case I guess you're going to have to try again later, aren't you? Hah!"

BEEP!

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Comments

[suitably_heroic]

Didn't 'long story' usually cover these kinds of questions? Or maybe that was just Atton's wishful thinking.

Things started going to hell as soon as I got here. Slipped through the cracks. Jedi saved me from a station full of Sith trying to assassinate her. Guess what comes around goes around.

[myownface]

Pffft. That story didn't take so long, did it, Atton?

So... This Jedi isn't complete shit? Huh. I haven't talked to Skywalker since you left. Too pissed. Everyone's a fucking hypocrite around here. Tired of it. Nothing new. Like literally nothing new. It's just been a few weeks.

[suitably_heroic]

He'd skipped over a bit in the middle there!

Try not to blow anything up.. Jedi's complicated. I'm hoping to get out of here whenever they let us. Might've been an incident with something blowing up.

Thus bringing this email full-circle.

[myownface]

There was one hell of an attention-getter, Atton.

You blew something up?! It had it coming, right? Where will you go after you get out? Not gonna just wing it?

[suitably_heroic]

The Sith blew up the station we were on by firing at a bunch of fuel-filled asteroids. They won't let us go until the Republic looks into it.

That was only slightly fudging the truth, in that it hadn't really been the Sith, necessarily.

I'm gonna just wing it.

Of course.

[myownface]

Well, someone had blown something up, and that was enough to have Sparkle swearing a blue streak under his breath again.

He'd been kind of hoping Atton had done it.

No doubt you will. I know I can't do much, but if you need anything that a punk high school kid can get for you... You know. Ask or something.

[suitably_heroic]

Can't get anything in or out of this station besides messages right now, Atton wrote. But thanks. Nice knowing at least someone back there still has my back.

Seriously, that was a load off his mind. He'd been stewing in this the few times he'd bothered to think about it at all.

[myownface]

Yeah, well. You always had mine. If it changes and there ever is something I can do, seriously ask me, man. If I have to break into Portalocity and pull some kind of hijacking, I'll do it.

[suitably_heroic]

Don't think I ever want to come back there, Atton wrote. But if things calm down here, hey, I'll let you know. Been a while since you saw Nar Shaddaa.

[myownface]

Ha, no. Not here. Fuck here. I wouldn't wish here on anybody. Skywalker's still here, for one. And Sparkle would love nothing more than to kick Skywalker in the balls over this whole mess, too. Not like that was going to ever happen, though. Nar Shaddaa was a filthy stinking cesspit. Kinda miss it.