Imperial Junke Yard, Late Wednesday Evening

[suitably_heroic]

Atton set the Ebon Hawk down in the junkyard as quietly as he could. Okay, this spot wasn't perfect - but it'd have to do until he found somewhere to live outside of the ship.

The original plan had been to hang out on Nar Shaddaa until picnic time rolled along, but after picking up on Meetra's death (or worse) he hadn't really been in the mood to stick around. At least not after he'd finally managed to pick himself up off the floor.

So... now he was here.

In the junkyard.

Leaning his head back against the Hawk's flank and staring at the exit.

Right. "Is it too early to get to Caritas already?" he muttered to himself.

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[sith_happened]

"Maybe by a few hours," Anakin admitted.

He'd seen the ship landing and couldn't help himself. Shhh.

[suitably_heroic]

"Oh, sure," Atton muttered, shutting his eyes. "I get back here, and you're the welcoming committee."

[sith_happened]

"I'm hear for the ship," Anakin told him.

[suitably_heroic]

"Behold," Atton said, gesturing broadly, "The ship."

Which was in fine condition; the little Trandoshan sleemo had done a great job. Atton himself looked more or less the same, with the addition of some lines in his face, the black Jedi tunic tucked under his jacket and the hasty substitution of black wraps around his arms down to his hands, now that his fingerless gloves had snuffed it.

Like the narrative said: more or less the same.

[sith_happened]

Anakin would get to Atton in a bit--first, shiiiiiiiip.

He reached his hand out to touch it, talking softly to it as he looked around.

Shut up, he was a nerd.

[suitably_heroic]

"You have issues," Atton told him mildly.

Whatever. Let Skywalker take his time. At least when he was being weird, he wasn't being a pain in the ass.

[sith_happened]

"Shut up," Anakin told him, voice light as he continued his walk around. "I'm admiring her."

[suitably_heroic]

"The Hawk's a good ship," Atton called. "You better be nice to her."

[sith_happened]

"I'm nice to all ships," Anakin said.

People...not so much...but ships, absolutely.

[suitably_heroic]

"I'm gonna say it again," Atton said, "You have problems. You done, or you want to poke around the insides, too?"

He might even let Anakin peek inside for like five seconds if he did.

[sith_happened]

Anakin's eyes lit up. "Could I look inside? Please?"

Anakin, you aren't ten any more.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton let out a loud snort because... well, because he hadn't seen that one coming, is what. "Uh, I guess," he said, after a beat. "Fine, meet me by the cargo ramp."

[sith_happened]

Anakin walked over quickly. "I haven't seen a non-holographic ship in far too long," he admitted.

[suitably_heroic]

"You don't even keep one around here?" Atton asked, stepping up the cargo ramp and into the Hawk's main corridor.

Admittedly, he hadn't really brought one the first time, either. But after everything-- you'd have to pry the Hawk away from him with a crowbar.

[sith_happened]

Anakin shook his head. "My son flew it back when he left," he said. "I don't go back often enough to justify keeping a shuttlecraft here."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton shrugged. "I'm not going to tell you how to live your life, but I'd feel cooped up in this place if I didn't have the Hawk," he said.

Again, not really the reason he was bringing it, but still.

He walked into the main chamber - all the tactical screens and the holographic projector were still there. (And maybe one or two empty bottles.)

[sith_happened]

"This is antiquated and still so much better than anything they have on this planet," Anakin lamented sadly. "I tinkered with my wife's car to make it fly...it's as much fun as I get right now."

That's sad, Anakin.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton let out a quiet snort, leaning casually against the bulkhead. "Oh, that's just tragic."

[sith_happened]

"I have small kids and I deal with the teenagers here all day long," Anakin said. "If I brought a ship back, Rory'd think I was leaving."

[suitably_heroic]

"Tragic," Atton repeated. "But hey, that's why I don't have kids or a nagging wife."

The only girl he'd ever been truly in love with he couldn't offer anything even if she'd still been alive, so again, not exactly the best argument here.

[sith_happened]

"She doesn't nag," Anakin said with a little grin. He leaned against the opposite bulkhead. "What brought you back here?" His eyes took in Atton's appearance now, but he didn't comment on it.

[suitably_heroic]

"I wanted to talk to you, actually," Atton said casually. "Well, that and the school employed me. Don't ask me how that worked."

[sith_happened]

"The review board drinks heavily," Anakin said, nodding. "What do you want to talk about?"

[suitably_heroic]

"So, as far as me and my friends can work out, we might be the last five Force-trained people in the galaxy who aren't Sith," Atton said - still casually. "Now a couple of them think that burying themselves in the archives is the best way to go about bringing the galaxy back, the rest is picking up small-time criminals or philosophizing."

[sith_happened]

Anakin whacked the back of his head against the bulkhead and rolled his eyes. "Of course they are."