He sat across from his opponent, staring, unblinking in the main hold of the Hawk. The sounds of Bao-Dur welding away at the broken or damaged portions of the Hawk could be heard through out the ship. The Exile was siting with the old witch doing force knows what. Only Atton was there to try and defeat his foe and claim victory. But he knew he was in deep, with almost no way out. His opponent was unlike any he had ever faced before, be it Mandalorian, Jedi, or Sith. With his cold and calculating ways, Atton was unlikely to get out of it. He sat there, contemplating his moves, thinking of how he could beat this monstrosity. It still baffled him how he got on the ship in the first place. Who would have thought a stupid thief would be able to outwit him and put him in this situation. He looked down, contemplating what to do for what seemed like an eternity. Unknown to him, his opponent had already figured out what he was doing. Atton took a chance, his last ditch effort. If this failed, then he knew he was done for.
"Positive six! A perfect twenty! What do you have to say to that you little piece of scrap?" He yelled in triumph as he placed his trump card in among the rest of the beaten and worn cards.
A few whistles and beeps later, T3-M4 played his card...a Flip 3/6 card. Devastation. Atton had lost to the droid...again. It was the third time that day.
The little machine gave several chirps and whirls of triumph as he collected his winnings, nearly 2,000 credits.
Atton just stared on, baffled. "You're a droid! What use could you have for MY credits?" He interrogated.
T3 just gave an amused beep, and rolled away, leaving Atton all alone in the main hold. He just stared at the corridor the droid left down. A droid beat him...more importantly, out dated model of droid beat him! He wouldn't stand it, he couldn't! His gaze then turned to the worn plasma torch sitting on the counter across the holo-projector. Devious thoughts entered his mind. He began thinking of ways that he could burn and wound the droid with the torch, all the horrific and tortures ways he could hurt and scar it. No, not again. He would not fall victim to those emotions ever again. Not after what he had done. No matter how much he tried to bury those thoughts, they always managed to crawl back to the surface. He knew he must have had a sour look on his face, because when the Exile left Kreia's quarters, she strode over to him in that magical way she did.
"Atton, what's the matter." She asked in her motherly tone which always made him feel better.
"Nothing, just that stupid droid. Cleaned me out again." He declared in a much more Atton like way than his brooding prior.
"You keep losing to him. Why do you keep playing if he always wins?" She asked in a good nature razzing tone.
"He cheats! He's programed to go first, making his odds for winning way higher than if I go first!" He cried out vehemently.
"Sounds more like you may just not be as good as you think you are." She jabbed back at him.
"You wanna go now? Fine, let's go sister!" He cried, already shuffling the cards.
As she sat down, he noticed she was glowing quite powerfully. He wasn't sure if it was him just gawking at her natural beauty, or if the force was actually visually radiating off of her. Regardless, it felt good to spend some time with her...even if he did end up losing.
A/N: Just a spur of the moment sort of thing. I always did love the Atton and T3/Exile interactions on the Hawk, so I made this!