fandomhigh | Galactic Field Trips, Monday

"Good morning, everyone." Lana smiled. "Welcome to our last trip for this term. I hope you've enjoyed getting to see my galaxy." Albeit a carefully curated version. "For our last class, we'll be going to Dantooine. It's an agricultural world that's currently part of the Alliance. It's on the edge of Imperial territory and lies on two separate hyperspace routes, so it's not as out-of-touch as you might think, given its position in the galaxy."

Look, it was the boonies, but it was a pretty nice boonies.

"So, come on through." She waved them into the portal, followed along, and...oh, no. This was not Dantooine!

She turned just in time for the portal to close. "Damn it! Sorry, this is not our planned destination." She pulled out her phone as she looked around. "Welcome to Nar Shaddaa, playground of the Hutts and every criminal in the galaxy. Look, why don't you head into the casino, change a bit of money, and enjoy the slots while I call Portalocity and get us out of here. Just - look, stay away from the tables, don't make a scene no matter what you see, and do not approach anything large and sluglike."

Lana had to make some phone calls.

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"If you do beauty pageants in your spare time, who am I to judge?" Marc replied.

Or really a lot of other shit in his spare time. Marc wasn't a hugely judgey guy.

"Now I get it," Atton replied. "That's why your day job's on the mainland: you're a comedian."

"Not the first person to accuse me of that either," Marc said.

Marc Spector: Headache Comedian.

Atton snorted. He shook his head. "You going to keep an eye on grumpy hat guy here?"

It'd be nice if he didn't have to split his attention between ten people.

"I got 'im," Marc said. He left off the we even though Steven hadn't stopped watching Watts from the reflection. "Make sure he gets back to the portal too."

"Well, let me know if you get in trouble you can't handle," Atton said, with a slight shrug. "Just scream something Earthy very loud at the top of your voice, like 'FUCK' or 'Albuquerque', all right?"

"Fuck Albuquerque, got it," Marc said, saluting Atton with his drink.

"Great," Atton said, turning away. "And don't drink anything purple!"

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