The audience chamber was a little too large for four people and a hologram, making Mira feel as if they were a small family of rats in the ruins of some ancient civilisation, intruders too basic to truly comprehend the greatness surrounding them. A quick glance at Atton told her he was mirroring her thoughts, despite everything the man still disliked places like these...

The sound of a tapping foot quickly brought her out of such thoughts however. On the opposite end of the room Bao-Dur's calm looking hologram stood, the large projector on the floor enabling him to stand there in live size. His calm face was in stark contrast to Mical's...though both looked less then pleased to be there.

Mical...the man was uneasy, that much was certain. Tapping his foot on the ground he had thrown up mental walls to conceal his mind from them, despite it being so easy to read from his face. He hadn't slept much, with dark bags under his eyes and his jedi robes sitting a little sloppy on him it was hard to recognise the noble and calm man the master usually was.

How much had he slept? Had he been up all this time talking to Olmark? Trying to fix this disaster? Had he spent whatever small moments he got turning and tossing in his bed, unable to sleep due to his worries? Mira felt another stab of guilt, but forced it down, it would do them no good if she showed herself weak before him...

Slowly Visas slipped from their side, soundlessly moving over to the other side and stopping next to Bao-Dur's hologram. A clear mark, she wasn't with Mira and Atton...yet not entirely on Mical's side either. Mira found herself swallowing, force...she was relying on the goodwill of a former sith to make it through this.

Oh, and Atton's quick mouth of course, Mira forced herself to shoot the man a quick smile...and to retain her grip on his hand, which was growing all the harder under the scrutiny of the other jedi. Force...why wasn't Atton's palm sweaty like her own? Wasn't he nervous? Mira wasn't the nervous type...but even she was ready to turn tail and run now.

The smirk on her lover's lips was something of an explanation. He must have resorted to his scoundrel bravado, bravery that didn't seem to have its foundation in anything...man Mira wanted some of that. Though unfounded bravery was a little stupid...it would at least make her feel better.

Mical still hadn't done anything, save the light tapping of his foot against the floor he was just looking over at them. The anger in the eyes was clear, but it was also struggling with something else...Mira breathlessly realised the man was struggling to control himself, a jedi does not lash out at people, he does not let his emotions control him. He didn't want to stoop to their level...

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

Obviously even Mical was having trouble with that part at the moment.

Finally he put his hands behind his back and widened his stance, his chest heaving as he took a deep breath. "The trial of Atton and Mira will now begin." The voice was steady...sort of, at least contained from exploding for the moment. "Presiding over the trial is master Visas, Bao-Dur and myself...Mical. Both accused stand before the council to answer for their crimes."

"Yeah...exactly what crimes are we talking about here?" Atton dared asking, squeezing Mira's hand as Mical's eyes narrowed. Oh...maybe he was nervous too? Mira forced herself to squeeze back instead of pulling her hand back.

The other two jedi looked to Mical for the answer, the man taking a deep breath as he once more steadied himself from lashing out. Oh man... "The crimes lies within breaking the jedi code, though allowing the actions being filmed might go under a political crime I have by Visas's advice baked that into the other charges on the jedi code."

"Perhaps it would be best for the protocol if the crimes were listed." Visas suggested, gesturing for a small droid Mira hadn't noticed yet, the thing even smaller than their old T3. The spherical machine balanced on four tiny legs, the slight way it bobbed up and down the only sign that it was even active.

"If they are crimes." Atton muttered, inching closer to Mira. Mical ignored the words however, though he did flinch a little, as if someone had just thrown something at him.

"Yes, of course, you are correct master Visas." Mical nodded formally, then stretched, his eyes growing distant as he recited a list he no doubt had practised beforehand. "Both have together broken their following of the jedi code. They have failed to conquer their arrogance, by going together in a way unfitting a jedi they have put overly importance on themselves over the jedi order, defying their teachings. They have been reckless in their actions, their self-restraint have been missing, there has been no serenity in them..."

"You know..." Atton leant towards her, obviously trying to combat his own nervousness. "...he needs to get laid..." Mira forced herself not to snicker, knowing they've shown themselves disrespectful enough already. Force...the butterflies in her stomach wouldn't stop.

They got an irritated look by Bao-Dur, but Mical didn't seem to have noticed as he continued: "They have failed to conquer curiosity, probing into things a jedi should not. It is also painfully clear to all assembled..." He glanced at their clasped hands. "...that they haven't conquered external loyalties, forming attachments a jedi should not form. They have shied from their responsibility in being honest jedi, hurting the entire order in being caught in their lies. They have not honoured their promise of following the jedi code, they have certainly not honoured the jedi council, having placed it in a position of where it risks all credibility."

"Is he going to stop any time today?" Atton asked out loud, fidgeting a little where he stood. Oh force...just shut up!

"They have failed to honour the jedi order, their actions risking people's perception of the order as a whole, which is especially heinous considering the position the order is in." He took a deep breath, shaking his head in...sadness? "Finally, they have failed in their service to the republic. By risking the continuation of the jedi order they have by extension risked the existence of the republic and the lives of all citizens within it."

In the silence following one could have heard a bug crawl across the floor.

"That's...quite a list." Mira managed to mutter, feeling extremely small at the guilt crushing down on her. Had they really done all that? Mical's argument seemed sound but...risked the republic itself? Had they really done that? It was almost painful to contemplate...to risk all the exile had done...for their own selfish needs. What would happen if the republic collapsed because they didn't have the jedi to help? How many small wars would flare up? How many would become slaves like she had once been? It was despicable.

She found herself understanding Mical's anger.

"Okay..." Atton muttered, his free hand going to rub his chin as he thought the accusations over. "...so lets change the code then."

"...what?"