Just Outside MCA, The Matrix, Shortly After Zinyak's Broadcast, Thursday

[suitably_heroic]

Several hours of searching his apartment - when he and Cara had gotten back, and again this morning - and then the greater premises of the MCA building, such as the lobby - and Atton had finally found a weapon.

Which was to say he had a broom.

He put his foot down on the head as he stepped outside and violently yanked the stick part out of it. "So what I'm gathering from this," he said, looking up at... wherever that voice had come from, just to make sure he was listening, "is that there's finally someone we can beat the poodoo out of."

They had taken all of his weapons, they had taken the Force out of his head, and they had taken the Ebon Hawk. Atton might not have been Sith anymore, but damn if he wasn't strongly inclined to make sure someone was going to die. Screaming. For this. "And then to finish up, I think I'm going to kick this Zinyak guy in the nuts."

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[myownface]

Sparkle shrugged, and then reached for the plate with his good hand while letting the toilet paper balance precariously on the back of his other one.

"Thanks. And... I dunno. Whatever. It's stupid, but it's not over. We just need to... I don't know... appeal to the right people, or something. It could be... worse...?"

It was already kind of worse. Their brains had been hacked and Sparkle was eating sim-pizza while bleeding from his, what, brain-hand? This was all stupid and weird.

[suitably_heroic]

"The house could be on fire," Atton said.

Encouragingly.

One day he'd reflect on this conversation and have an aneurysm.

[myownface]

"Ha, yeah," Sparkle snorted. "And then nobody gets to have it."

He was going to internalize this. Really. Not that arson hadn't already been one of Sparkle's favourite 'fuck the system' hobbies, granted, but in this one instance...

[suitably_heroic]

"And half of you would be dead," Atton said. "That would definitely be worse."

[myownface]

"... Yeah, maybe preferably the house would be empty before it went up in flames," Sparkle noted.

He'd internalize that, too.

"Now I kind of want to see how much shit these Zin assholes flip if I start running around and lighting places on fire, though."

Way more satisfying than breaking windows!

[suitably_heroic]

"You know, the house being on fire is supposed to be a bad thing in general, a that-would-be-worse," Atton said. "Don't set the house on fire."

Since apparently Sparkle needed help grasping that, or something.

"...Don't set anything on fire here without backup, just in case those soldiers show up again."

[myownface]

"Fiiine."

There was a pause. A long, thoughtful sort of pause that held a world of possibility in there.

"... Atton?"

You were about to be asked to be backup, Atton. You knew that, right?

[suitably_heroic]

Atton sighed.

"Sure, I'll watch your back while you light stuff on fire," he said. "Why not?"

[myownface]

That was probably the brightest smile Sparkle had given anybody all week, right there.

"Just think," he noted, "it's for an excellent cause."

And that cause was 'being annoying.' It was an important task.

[suitably_heroic]

"Just as long as I get to kick a few in the nuts, it'll be great," said Atton.

To be fair, what he really wanted to do was cut a few throats, but that wasn't terribly Jedi-y.