From MCA #4 to Keres II, GFFA, Thursday

The conversation had gone about like this:

Mical: Atton, we need you for this mission--
Atton: Yeah, and I need you out of my hair, but we all have unattainable dreams, don't we?
Mical: We have an urgent request from the Republic to safeguard a settlement on Keres II--
Atton: Look, if you really wanted me on this, you'd have had Mira call me. Don't act like you didn't see this coming.
Mical: Mira is out on a mission of her own. As is Visas, and Brianna is currently packing for her journey to Coruscant.
Atton: Seriously? I thought your big plan was to sit there and build a nest so you could brood out little Jedi eggs--
Mical: The Republic needs us to act.
Atton: I've been saying that for months.
Mical: Yes, Atton, you were right, was that what you wanted to hear--?
Atton: Close.
Mical: Will you--
Atton: Shut up, I can't pack while you're talking.

... and that was how Atton wound up standing in the middle of a near-abandoned mining facility on Keres II, shivering in the cold and trying not to suffer flashbacks to Peragus.

( It got worse from there. )

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