The Jedi Temple, Atton's Coruscant, Friday

Atton was just back from a two-day engagement with a bunch of pirates who had turned out to be only the start of their piracy problem. Tomorrow, he was going to drive a damn bus. You would think that at least today he'd catch a break. But no. No.

Mical was stalking him through the Temple.

"All I am saying is that we are actively attempting to find new recruits, and it would be useful if you took a Padawan--"

"No."

"You are one of the best lightsaber combatants currently in the group, surely you have valuable insights to--"

"No."

"I realize you do quite enough already, but we must keep the future of the Jedi Order in mind--"

"No."

"But why not?"

"Do you really want to give me some impressionable teenager to deal with on a daily basis?"

"You're a teacher, aren't you?"

"No!"

"You're... not a teacher?"

"...Yes! No! Yes! You know what I mean! No teenagers! No Padawans!"

"Isn't your best friend technically an impressionable teenager?"

Atton spun around. "You get two if you like them so much!" he barked. Then he spun on his heel a second time and stalked away.

He'd been spending too much time with Skywalker. That flounce was epic. The only thing he was missing was the robes.

[[ establishy. ]]