The Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Sunday

"--there's a trade dispute on B--"

"Seriously? They're sending us trade disputes? Do they even know we literally have two field agents right now?!"

Mical sighed and lowered his datapad. "Yes, they're aware," he said. "This simply does not seem to stop them from asking us to deal with enough problems to occupy at least twenty Jedi. But since I am not the one going on these missions, I should not have final say in their choosing."

That... was actually surprisingly nice to hear from Mical. Even if it meant the onus for making these decisions was now on Atton. "Well, no trade disputes, unless they're in active danger of getting hairy," he said. "We're still at the stage of putting out left-over fires here. The Republic can be diplomatic all by itself."

"Not the trade dispute, then," Mical said, fiddling with the datapad. "Cadomai, then? The Snivvian population is protesting against some new measures imposed on them by their government, and there is a risk of the government lashing out... inappropriately."

"I could play checks and balances," Atton said easily. "I know Cadomai. I mean, not as well as I know some of the old Sith planets, but I've been there."

"The next protest is tomorrow night," Mical said. "With Atris' trial scheduled for tomorrow morning, that may be cutting it close..."

"Hey, I haven't put the Hawk through her paces since the crash. She can use some cutting it. Don't worry your blond little head off."

Mical shot him a Look, because was that genuinely necessary, Atton? ... Of course Atton would think so. "I hope you're not planning on using this as an excuse to--"

"I'll be there for Atris," Atton said, rolling his eyes. "Don't worry about it. I'll even practice my Serious Jedi Face and everything."

"I thought you didn't consider yourself a Jedi."

"Shut up and don't get smart with me, all right?"

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