![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
The Jedi Temple, Sometime Saturday
Dec. 26th, 2015 01:52 pm"You know, it's a holiday on Earth," Atton said.
Mical's attention was only briefly distracted away from the large holoprojection he was looking at. "Is it?" he said. "Why, Atton. I didn't think such things would peak your interest."
"Yeah, well, you don't know everything about me," Atton shot back irritably. "I just want you to know that you're ruining my weekend." Beat. "How are you going to ruin my weekend?"
"Mira has found a small colony of Force sensitives living on a planet near the Gamor run. And before you ask, no, I do not expect you to mentor any of them. You simply need to help Mira extract them." Mical shot him a placid, mildly concerned smile, which Atton distrusted because it had never led to anything good. So he squinted back at it, which just made the smile even more placid and mild in its concern, which forced him to scowl harder, and--
"I will be accompanying you on this mission," Brianna said, stalking into the room with her lightsaber in hand. "The planet is quite treacherous according to our scans, and I would like to meet these potential new Jedi. They must be assessed first."
Atton pulled his scowl away from Mical and pointed it at her. "You don't trust Mira's judgment on this one?" he said.
Brianna simply met him scowl-for-scowl. "Mira requested it," she said, "Her exact words were, 'Check these people out. I'm a great judge of character, don't get me wrong, but I can't decide whether I'm picking up a whiff of evil or if that's just their leader's scent-glands--'"
"Enough, enough," Atton said, waving his hand vaguely at her. Not that this could dispel the notion of terrible scent glands, but still. "Anyone got a respirator for me, in that case?"
[[ nfb, nfi. ]]
Mical's attention was only briefly distracted away from the large holoprojection he was looking at. "Is it?" he said. "Why, Atton. I didn't think such things would peak your interest."
"Yeah, well, you don't know everything about me," Atton shot back irritably. "I just want you to know that you're ruining my weekend." Beat. "How are you going to ruin my weekend?"
"Mira has found a small colony of Force sensitives living on a planet near the Gamor run. And before you ask, no, I do not expect you to mentor any of them. You simply need to help Mira extract them." Mical shot him a placid, mildly concerned smile, which Atton distrusted because it had never led to anything good. So he squinted back at it, which just made the smile even more placid and mild in its concern, which forced him to scowl harder, and--
"I will be accompanying you on this mission," Brianna said, stalking into the room with her lightsaber in hand. "The planet is quite treacherous according to our scans, and I would like to meet these potential new Jedi. They must be assessed first."
Atton pulled his scowl away from Mical and pointed it at her. "You don't trust Mira's judgment on this one?" he said.
Brianna simply met him scowl-for-scowl. "Mira requested it," she said, "Her exact words were, 'Check these people out. I'm a great judge of character, don't get me wrong, but I can't decide whether I'm picking up a whiff of evil or if that's just their leader's scent-glands--'"
"Enough, enough," Atton said, waving his hand vaguely at her. Not that this could dispel the notion of terrible scent glands, but still. "Anyone got a respirator for me, in that case?"
[[ nfb, nfi. ]]
