Skywalker Industries HQ (or what had been an abandoned building just yesterday...) [afternoon]

[sith_happened]

LL Cool Anakin Anakin, in one of his impeccable suits, lounged casually behind his desk and checked his Excel spreadsheet of how much money he had (he was an excellent accountant, oh yes).

It was a lot of money, in case you were wondering. Far more than the Winchesters or the Stark-Basses. He allowed himself a fiendish chuckle before reaching under his desk to triple-check for the handgun he kept there.

After a couple of successful assassination attempts (which was why he kept that witch doctor on retainer), one could never be too careful.

His door was open and his buxom and silent secretary ready to wave in anyone who had business with Anakin.

Or threaten him. He was used to that too.

[OOC: Open for everyone. Because of course you'd know where the Skywalkers are!]

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"But I'm your employee!" Catherine protested, laughing lightly. "Of course you can trust me. I--" Suddenly, she was hit by another flashback, like being sideswiped by a Boeing 757.

"Doctor, I don't think we can keep him on hydrozepam indefinitely!" The hospital administrator scowled at her, looking worried. "Something has to be done!"

"Electroshock. Suit him up!" she smiled confidently. "He'll get better or my name's not Doctor Anna-Maria Stephanetti, wilderness psychiatrist!"

"--I'm a doctor!"

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Anakin was well-accustomed to dramatic revelations, so he just spun a pen between his fingers as he waited for her return from her flashback sequence.

"That will be handy," he said. "Maybe you can save yourself. The last four test pilots have died horribly, but I am still convinced that a plane with only one wing will fly."

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"I'm certain I could sew my own limbs back on," Amnesia!Woman said. Or possibly Catherine-Anna-Maria. "Were their heads still attached, at least? I'm going to have to design my own helmet, if decapitation is a risk."

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Anakin pursed his lips. "It was hard to tell," he said, "They were pretty scorched. I think the first two did have their heads attached."

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Right. Catherine-Mary-Anna... Catherine-Anna-Maria felt a strong urge to leave, despite her certainty that she was a test pilot/psychiatrist. "So, I'll get into my suit, shall I? As soon as you release my first paycheck?"

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"Please," Anakin said disdainfully, scratching at his jaw. "If you die in a horrifying way, we will compensate your family, but you don't get money for the idea of doing a job properly."

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"Really! Of all the cheek! Who do you think you are, Anakin Skywalker?"

Which, coming from Mary-Catherine-Anna, was kind of priceless.

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"The most powerful man in the world," he said flatly, "and I didn't get that way by being an idiot. Are you just going to waste my time or are you going to fly my deathtrap?"

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"I'm going to fly someone else's deathtrap! And tell whoever named that thing to hire an ad agency. The Crashing Fireball 3000 is a much better name!" Cath-Mar-Anna said, getting up from her seat in a huff. With a huge amount of relief. Really, did she even have a license? "I'll see myself out!"

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Anakin checked his Rolex. "And that would be ten minutes of my life you've wasted," he said ominously. "Expect me to find a way to get you to pay that back."