The dinner consisted of various eggs and meats, most likely from the local animals. Mira hadn't asked from what though and didn't particularly care, it didn't taste much in her opinion. Though Atton was clearly enjoying the taste, the man practically gorging himself on the offered food. The fool had probably forgotten to eat for far too long...

The table was a of waxed wood, oval shaped and surprisingly frail-looking, Mira kept expecting the fancy thing to break. The chairs they sat on matched the table, the carved legs marked by symbols Mira didn't recognise. It felt overly fancy and Mira kept expecting someone to correct her for having her elbows on the table.

To her right Atton sat, his table manner indicating he didn't much care for the others at the table. Opposite them Visas and Bao-Dur sat, Visas directly opposite Mira. Bao-Dur seemed gone in thoughts, most likely on his last invention, Mira smiled as the man absently bit down on an empty fork. Visas...who knew what that woman thought of, Mira wasn't surprised at the neatness with which the Miraluka handled her meal, she really did look like a princess at times.

Of course Mical sat at the head of the table, right next to Atton and Bao-Dur, a serious look on his face. The man had barely touched his meal and looked like he was waiting for the others to finish. Mira suddenly realised that he was the only one of them wearing the old jedi robes, a reminder perhaps of what they really were.

She could imagine him the only one deserving of the title 'master', his very being seemed to exude jedi. Even the way he held his hands...he seemed to meditate even as he looked at them.

"Come now Mical." Mira finally said, quickly remembering to dab her lips with a tissue. "I see you got something on your mind, spit it out will you."

Atton looked up from what remained of his meal, squinting at Mical as the jedi hesitated. "Yeah, she's right, you're more tense then an unarmed rodian."

"Well, if you're sure it won't spoil any ones appetite..." Mical said, pushing away his full plate and clearing his throat.

"Well you're already within sight so I don't see how things can get any worse." Atton remarked. Despite her best effort a snort escaped Mira, drawing a grin from Atton, great...

"Anyway...I have been in communications with the republic, as I'm sure you're all aware of." Mical took a deep breath, shooting them a worried look. "I have discussed the possibility of reopening the jedi temple on Coruscant."

Atton choked on his drink, eyes widening. Visas...didn't really seem at all surprised, nor did Bao-Dur. Mira herself didn't really know what to think of it. Sure, they were jedi...she guessed...but the jedi temple? It just felt...too big for them. They weren't masters! Dammit, she barely understood the force...and now they were supposed to replace such a grand order as the jedi?

"I'm not sure we're ready for such a thing..." She finally said, her mouth dry.

"Believe me, it's not so much a question of needing the temple and its practical implications." Mical said, his slight frown telling Mira he was struggling for the right words. "The republic is still ailing...I...I believe that the jedi would be a symbol, something to inspire people to rebuild, to instil hope."

"Really?" Atton clearly didn't agree as he aimed a knife at Mical, an eyebrow raised in doubt. "Because I'm pretty sure people are tired of jedi. The Mandalorian war and jedi civil war..."

"That wasn't really a civil war Atton."

"...has without doubt created doubt about the usefulness of jedi...we are not wanted. Or do I have to remind you how difficult it was for us and the exile to be here without being chased out by a mob?"

"Yet we have reversed their opinion of us. Several settlers have even asked us to aid in various troubles and to arbitrate in legal arguments." Mical argued with a polite smile, the man never seemed to understand that Atton wasn't one for intellectual debate... "They remember the jedi as they once was, do you not think others would easily be swayed to remember as well?"

"Maybe, but only because people are stupid." Atton retorted as he leant back into his chair, his arms crossed in front of him.

"That's...one opinion I suppose." Mical said, obviously struggling to remain diplomatic. How could those two still dislike one another? They didn't even have something, or rather someone, to argue over now. Men... "Anyone else?"

"We have all seen what a single jedi can do to the galaxy." Bao-Dur pointed out, drawing a shudder from the assembled. "And I did not loose my arm and decades of my life to see the republic I fought for fall apart. This is a sound plan as any."

Visas inclined her head in agreement. "I concur, there is little we can do to change the galaxy from here. The exile always fought to maintain the republic when she had the opportunity. For us to do otherwise would be...disrespectful."

Mical turned an encouraging look to Mira. Sighing she rubbed her temple, this day was just too much... "Fine, you might have a point." To her right she heard Atton groan. "Though you don't really expect us to just waltz in there and start making demands? Everything has a price."

"A price we will be eager to pay I imagine." Mical clasped his hands together as he leant forward, trying to meet everyone's gaze at once. "There is of course the question of how far we should answer to the senate, that I have managed to work out to a certain extent. However, as Atton pointed out, there is quite the problem with us even being allowed back into the republic as an organisation."

"Can't really blame them." Atton muttered. Mical shot him a look. "Frankly I'm surprised they haven't bombed the enclave from orbit..." Mira blinked.

"Atton."

"...put up a quarantine zone of twenty lightyears around the planet..." There was a chuckle around the table.

"Atton."

"...and filled the place with mines just in case we try to leave the planet." Mira bit her lip even as Bao-Dur looked away, visibly straining not to laugh.

"Atton!" Mical had turned red, the jedi calm nowhere to be seen.

"Yes...master?"

"We are all aware of the extent of the problem thank you very much. Now the question is how we are to rectify their opinion of us!?"

"No problem."

"No...!" Mical spluttered, hands grabbing for his utensils, for a moment Mira actually though the man was about to attack Atton. Then he took a deep breath and blinked, visibly forcing a calm upon himself. "Then what do you propose?"

"Just leave me alone with all the female senators." There was an shared groan across the table as the scoundrel grinned at them. "The vote will pass by a landslide, I can promise you that."

"I, you know, it's..." Mical shook his head, then smiled, an idea clearly forming in his mind. "No, you are quite right, you would be an excellent representative to send to Coruscant."

"What?" Atton's grin melted off his face.

"I was wondering who to send and here you are, volunteering."

"Wait a moment..."

"Are you sure this is wise?" Visas asked, her tone making it sound as if she was talking about the weather. "Atton is not a man for diplomatic solution, and he doesn't, perhaps undeserving, have the inspiring aura of a jedi."

"Um...thank you?" Atton frowned. "But really guys, this isn't..."

"Right, and what stops the fool from disappearing into the city and getting plastered instead of doing his work?" Mira agreed with Visas, forcing herself not to smile too much over Atton's frustrated looks.

Mical nodded in agreement. "Well, I was hoping, if it isn't too much of a bother, that you could keep an eye on him Mira. You are the only one who seems to have some success in the matter after all."

"Does my opinion matter at all?!"

Mira shrugged. "It's called coercion Mical, I'll teach you some one day. But sure, I can babysit our little jedi diplomat."

"Then it is settled." Mical clapped his hands together, clearly pleased. If it was due to get the work under way or simply getting rid of Atton was hard to say. "You'll leave as soon as you feel you're ready. Oh and Atton?"

"Yes?" The scoundrel muttered, clearly realising he had lost.

"Try not to make more enemies."