Telos Station, Saturday
Nov. 15th, 2014 06:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
suitably_heroic"Well," Mical said, staring at the door they'd just been so unceremoniously thrown out through. "That could have gone better."
Atton's fingers were on their way to Atton's pocket to find Atton's packet of cigarette, because Atton had just heard Meetra Surik's name in there and that made Atton want to smoke. Luckily for Mical, it also made Atton mellow, and so instead of being a dick about it he just shrugged. "I told you," he said. "You want to bring the surviving ex-Jedi into this, Bastila Shan probably wasn't the best door to go knocking on."
Well, not much of a dick, anyway.
"I had thought that if only we were polite, she might be willing to listen," Mical said ruefully. Truth be told, he couldn't even blame Atton - the man had contained himself, for once. "I had underestimated her feelings for her son."
It was such a stupidly Mical decision to make - go for one of the real Jedi, one of the noble ones, like any of them really knew how to deal with those. "We should've gone looking for Bindo or Carrick," Atton said, slipping the end of a cigarette into his mouth. "They're about as maladjusted as the rest of the group. Shan, she doesn't really fit in with our merry band of misfits."
All haughty and sure of herself, even after everything she'd gone through with Revan. And now all Mother Mynock to boot. Eesh.
"We cannot remain a 'merry band of misfits' forever, Atton," Mical pointed out. "If we are to rebuild the Order, we must find some brand of nobility."
"If we are to rebuild the Order, we need bodies," Atton retorted, as they set off back towards the Hawk. "Get some apprentices running around. Might even keep you and Brianna from killing each other in that library down there."
"Brianna and I get along fine," Mical replied. "I would in fact greatly prize any apprentices we may find, but whatever methods the Jedi used for such purposes, they are lost to us. Too many parts of the Enclave have been destroyed."
Atton lit up his cigarette. "Well, then we need to track down some more Jedi outposts," he said. "I mean, I don't know about you, but I've got a free 24 to 48 coming up..."
That got him a surprised look. Got you there, didn't he, Mical? "If you would..."
"I would, or I wouldn't be offering," Atton said. He took a long pull off his cigarette, then blew it out. (Honestly, he was still reeling about that whole Meetra-visited-Shan deal, but he had enough experiences to pull off blowing it off. So to speak.) "I'll comm you later."
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Atton's fingers were on their way to Atton's pocket to find Atton's packet of cigarette, because Atton had just heard Meetra Surik's name in there and that made Atton want to smoke. Luckily for Mical, it also made Atton mellow, and so instead of being a dick about it he just shrugged. "I told you," he said. "You want to bring the surviving ex-Jedi into this, Bastila Shan probably wasn't the best door to go knocking on."
Well, not much of a dick, anyway.
"I had thought that if only we were polite, she might be willing to listen," Mical said ruefully. Truth be told, he couldn't even blame Atton - the man had contained himself, for once. "I had underestimated her feelings for her son."
It was such a stupidly Mical decision to make - go for one of the real Jedi, one of the noble ones, like any of them really knew how to deal with those. "We should've gone looking for Bindo or Carrick," Atton said, slipping the end of a cigarette into his mouth. "They're about as maladjusted as the rest of the group. Shan, she doesn't really fit in with our merry band of misfits."
All haughty and sure of herself, even after everything she'd gone through with Revan. And now all Mother Mynock to boot. Eesh.
"We cannot remain a 'merry band of misfits' forever, Atton," Mical pointed out. "If we are to rebuild the Order, we must find some brand of nobility."
"If we are to rebuild the Order, we need bodies," Atton retorted, as they set off back towards the Hawk. "Get some apprentices running around. Might even keep you and Brianna from killing each other in that library down there."
"Brianna and I get along fine," Mical replied. "I would in fact greatly prize any apprentices we may find, but whatever methods the Jedi used for such purposes, they are lost to us. Too many parts of the Enclave have been destroyed."
Atton lit up his cigarette. "Well, then we need to track down some more Jedi outposts," he said. "I mean, I don't know about you, but I've got a free 24 to 48 coming up..."
That got him a surprised look. Got you there, didn't he, Mical? "If you would..."
"I would, or I wouldn't be offering," Atton said. He took a long pull off his cigarette, then blew it out. (Honestly, he was still reeling about that whole Meetra-visited-Shan deal, but he had enough experiences to pull off blowing it off. So to speak.) "I'll comm you later."
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