The Jedi Temple, Atton's Coruscant, Saturday

There hadn't been this many Republic vessels sitting outside and in the Jedi Temple in quite a while. The cavalry had come in full-blown last night, though by that time there was little left to do but clear the base of the regular-flavor pirates left inside. The Senator had been rescued, and was probably on her way home in a plushy diplomatic shuttle right now. Not so much for Atton, who sat patiently in his uncomfortable seat in the back of one of the Fleet ships as he waited for the pilot to clear the last of the landing procedures.

At least they hadn't brought the Hawk into this.

He reeked strongly of kolto, but that was a smell he was used to. Hadn't had the time to resolve more than the worst of his injuries, and his leg still hurt like hell from where it'd been pinned underneath the stupid Force-worm three consecutive times, but he'd live.

( Mical sank down into the seat next to him. )

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