The Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Saturday
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suitably_heroic"Mical! Mical!"
Mical turned with a sigh. He knew exactly what was coming - again - at the sound of Atton's voice and the sight of Atton's quickly-approaching presence, and yet he still clung to the notion this might be about Atris' sentencing, instead of the issue they had already spoken of several times before. He lowered the datapad in his hands and said, "Yes?"
"I spent the past couple of days checking the charts and comparing it to her flight schedule," Atton said, waving his holopad around. "She dropped off the map weeks ago. I'm now absolutely sure of it."
"As I've said before," Mical said, rubbing at his forehead, "That might be entirely possible, but that still doesn't mean we should go chasing after Visas. It might well put her in danger."
Oh, for the sake of-- Atton's mouth curled up into something close to a snarl. "Yeah, yeah, I get it," he said, "She might have some mysterious purpose out there and we don't want to get in the middle of it, blah, blah, blah. Didn't stop you from sending Mira after me that one time, or Brianna after Mira a few weeks ago. Hells, it didn't even stop you from sending Brianna to my class last week. Thanks for that, by the way."
"Visas walks her own path," Mical said, his voice straining with patience. "You know that as well as I. It is not our place to interrupt it."
"Wait, so Visas doesn't count for the 'Mical sticks his spying little nose in everything' program but I do?" Atton said. He stared, the holopad shaking in his hand. "I told you," he said, his voice hitting some of the higher volumes enough to make Mical wince. "I'm not even a part of this outfit! But she is, as far as I know."
For once, Mical managed to restrain himself from sighing. This... conversation could easily escalate again, and he was trying to avoid it, but it was... difficult. "Of course Visas counts," he said. "But she has her own preoccupations, as opposed to--"
"As opposed to what, exactly?" Dare you to say anything, Republic.
There was a little vein in Mical's forehead that liked to pulse when conversations with Atton reached about this level of conflict. Sometimes Mical liked to imagine it yelled 'dangerous waters, dangerous waters' at the top of its voice. He reached up to rub it away. "Atton, do you really need me to point out to you that you have consistently taken missions in which you have no personal stake? Frankly, I've found it admirable..."
Atton's hands flew up, palms-first. "Oh, no, no, no," he said, backing up, "You're not putting any more of this Jedi poodoo on me."
"I'm not putting anything on you," Mical said, "I'm just--"
"I'm just leaving," Atton snapped. "If you're not going to let me go after Visas, hey, look, I'm still not actually one of your flunkies, so I'm gonna go anyway."
"I don't have flunkies--" Mical began, but it was no use: he was already addressing Atton's swiftly-retreating back. The man was right, in a sense, that was the problem; he had no real official right to order him to go anywhere.
That left him only one other path. He activated his comlink. "Brianna?" he said. "Atton's going chasing after Visas as we feared. I need you to go after him. Just in case."
"He's a fool and an idiot," Brianna growled back.
"Yes," Mical said easily. "But he's family, and one of us, whether he likes to admit it or no." He looked to his left, into the wide, empty halls of the Temple. "Besides. If he is right, we're in no position to be able to afford losing good Jedi."
"I'm on my way."
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Mical turned with a sigh. He knew exactly what was coming - again - at the sound of Atton's voice and the sight of Atton's quickly-approaching presence, and yet he still clung to the notion this might be about Atris' sentencing, instead of the issue they had already spoken of several times before. He lowered the datapad in his hands and said, "Yes?"
"I spent the past couple of days checking the charts and comparing it to her flight schedule," Atton said, waving his holopad around. "She dropped off the map weeks ago. I'm now absolutely sure of it."
"As I've said before," Mical said, rubbing at his forehead, "That might be entirely possible, but that still doesn't mean we should go chasing after Visas. It might well put her in danger."
Oh, for the sake of-- Atton's mouth curled up into something close to a snarl. "Yeah, yeah, I get it," he said, "She might have some mysterious purpose out there and we don't want to get in the middle of it, blah, blah, blah. Didn't stop you from sending Mira after me that one time, or Brianna after Mira a few weeks ago. Hells, it didn't even stop you from sending Brianna to my class last week. Thanks for that, by the way."
"Visas walks her own path," Mical said, his voice straining with patience. "You know that as well as I. It is not our place to interrupt it."
"Wait, so Visas doesn't count for the 'Mical sticks his spying little nose in everything' program but I do?" Atton said. He stared, the holopad shaking in his hand. "I told you," he said, his voice hitting some of the higher volumes enough to make Mical wince. "I'm not even a part of this outfit! But she is, as far as I know."
For once, Mical managed to restrain himself from sighing. This... conversation could easily escalate again, and he was trying to avoid it, but it was... difficult. "Of course Visas counts," he said. "But she has her own preoccupations, as opposed to--"
"As opposed to what, exactly?" Dare you to say anything, Republic.
There was a little vein in Mical's forehead that liked to pulse when conversations with Atton reached about this level of conflict. Sometimes Mical liked to imagine it yelled 'dangerous waters, dangerous waters' at the top of its voice. He reached up to rub it away. "Atton, do you really need me to point out to you that you have consistently taken missions in which you have no personal stake? Frankly, I've found it admirable..."
Atton's hands flew up, palms-first. "Oh, no, no, no," he said, backing up, "You're not putting any more of this Jedi poodoo on me."
"I'm not putting anything on you," Mical said, "I'm just--"
"I'm just leaving," Atton snapped. "If you're not going to let me go after Visas, hey, look, I'm still not actually one of your flunkies, so I'm gonna go anyway."
"I don't have flunkies--" Mical began, but it was no use: he was already addressing Atton's swiftly-retreating back. The man was right, in a sense, that was the problem; he had no real official right to order him to go anywhere.
That left him only one other path. He activated his comlink. "Brianna?" he said. "Atton's going chasing after Visas as we feared. I need you to go after him. Just in case."
"He's a fool and an idiot," Brianna growled back.
"Yes," Mical said easily. "But he's family, and one of us, whether he likes to admit it or no." He looked to his left, into the wide, empty halls of the Temple. "Besides. If he is right, we're in no position to be able to afford losing good Jedi."
"I'm on my way."
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