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Anakin had barely gotten back from Fandom when Corran Horn tracked him down and asked if he'd be interested in tagging along on a routine supply run. It took no consideration at all for him to agree; going back and forth between here and Fandom took some of the edge off his restlessness (and the family night at Caritas had been weird but in a good way) but his classes and the flight sim weren't quite the same as taking a real ship on a real mission. So here he was, in the hangar bay of a bright red Star Destroyer, finishing up a few last preflight adjustments to the transport he and Corran were planning to take.
That was, until he spotted a familiar pair of bare feet walking toward him, followed by an even more familiar face peering beneath the ship and demanding, impatiently, "Come out from under there, Anakin Solo."
( Whoops. )
[OOC: NFI/NFB, OOC-okay, TBC. Dialogue borrowed with some tweaks from Edge of Victory 2: Rebirth by Greg Keyes, whose overwrought descriptions of people's eye color I will absolutely not be borrowing.]
That was, until he spotted a familiar pair of bare feet walking toward him, followed by an even more familiar face peering beneath the ship and demanding, impatiently, "Come out from under there, Anakin Solo."
( Whoops. )
[OOC: NFI/NFB, OOC-okay, TBC. Dialogue borrowed with some tweaks from Edge of Victory 2: Rebirth by Greg Keyes, whose overwrought descriptions of people's eye color I will absolutely not be borrowing.]
