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Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Sunday morning

Zayne decided to take some time to check in on one of his remaining investments in Fandom, and maybe get some breakfast. What he didn't expect to find was an all out war. Gremlin Zombies versus Kitchen Droids. The gremlins couldn't bite through the droids metal chassis, and the droids were poorly equipped for battle.

Despite the chaos in the background, Gigi was still able to seat Zayne at a relatively peaceful table and he was able to order a good breakfast that, hopefully, wouldn't have any gremlin blood in it.

... On second thought, Zayne was going to go help clear out the kitchen first. He could separate the combatants peacefully.

[OOC: Open for breakfast as soon as the fighting ends!]

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You know, talking to Zayne had been awkward enough on his first go around here, but, fine, Atton was curious. He had no idea where the kid had wound up after the Civil War, and maybe this was his chance to find out, or something.

"Oh, great, looks like they made it here, too," he said, as he stepped into the restaurant.

"Yeah," Zayne said, holding the kitchen door open as droids started dragging nets full of gremlins out. "But don't worry, they're out of the kitchen."

"Good," Atton said. "I'm taking a break from Jedi'ing today, so I'm not dealing with that, I've decided. I just want to deal with breakfast."

And Zayne.

"... I'm sorry, did you say Jedi'ing?" Zayne asked. He wasn't going to laugh, but he was grinning. Somebody didn't know about Atton's conversion.

"Oh, right, you didn't actually ever hear about that part," Atton sighed. "Yeah. Jedi'ing. Woohoo."

"I can't believe I'm technically the most anti-Jedi person in this conversation," Zayne said. "Sorry, that's just going to take a minute to adjust to."

Atton snorted. "Hey, I'm still not a big fan of the ol-- the Order," he said, "I just had a very good reason to join team Light and Mighty."

"I still choose to find it funny. There's a balance to all things in the Force," Zayne said. "How are you adjusting to being on that team?"

They were building that team up from the ground up, so it was a lot weirder and probably not how Zayne envisioned it at all, but Atton still had no idea what time the guy was from at this point.

"I'm pretty good, as long as nobody breaks out the Jedi talk," he said. "What've you been up to?"

"A lot of campaigning," Zayne said. "The Mandalorian Wars finally ended less than a year ago, then Revan and Malak disappeared with a third of the Republic fleet. Who knows what that will eventually lead to, but right now I have a shot to advocate for changes to the military structure to hopefully lead to more peaceful solutions than we've seen."

Atton totally didn't cough. Maybe he just swallowed air down the wrong tube and had to get rid of it. Yep. Something.

"Uh," he said. "Yes."

He was normally better at lying than this, but sometimes you just kind of had to call it a day.

Like Zayne wasn't optimistic enough to think that there was at least a chance to change whatever it was Atton was coughing about. "It's worth a shot if nothing else. How long are you back in Fandom for?"

"I live here," Atton said. "Well, most of the time. I split my time between here and the Temple."

Where he lived in one of the Jedi Masters' apartments.

Because almost all the other Jedi were dead.

Because the thing with the chance and the change and the no, Zayne. Damn it. He'd come here to unwreck his brain!

You would never convince Zayne that any kind of prophecy was absolute, even time travel. Too much personal experience there.

"It seems to be working out for you. I'm glad to see that," Zayne said.

Revan and Malak were already gone. Unlike Zayne, Atton was a pragmatist, and h wasn't seeing it going any better from that particular point of no return.

Of course, his feelings about that event were particularly muddled.

"I feel better," he admitted. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I still have a lot of poodoo that needs to be sorted out. But somehow this--" he waved vaguely at his head, "--makes me feel like that's doable. A percentage of the time."

Which was a huge step up from the kid Zayne used to know.

"I hope that keeps up," Zayne said. "Because I know you'll be a great Jedi, Atton. And having some skepticism in the Order is never a bad thing."

"I like to think so." Atton shrugged. "Anyway, you're the only ex-Jedi from my general neck of the woods I didn't hate, so I figured I might as well come say hi. Glad to hear you're doing good."

If giving Atton aneurysms.

"Don't forget, I never technically graduated to be a Jedi. That might help my case," Zayne pointed out. "But I appreciate it. Thank, Atton."

"You know, I'm officially a Jedi Knight," Atton said. (On the Council, he didn't add.) "I think that means I outrank you now."

"You would if I were in the Order," Zayne said. "Technically I was kicked out when I was a fugitive and didn't accept the invitation to rejoin."

"Well, who hasn't been kicked out of the Order at this point?"

Ha. Hahaha. Ha.

"Most people, I think," Zayne said. "Unless you know something I don't." He presumably did, of course.

"I'm still a couple of years ahead of you," Atton sort-of-hedged.

"I know. There's really a lot you know that I don't," Zayne said. "But maybe our timelines end up different, so there's stuff you don't know. I'll check in next time I'm in town and see."

"Sounds fair," Atton said, "So how's about breakfast?"

He felt like a complete coward for not pushing the point, but Zayne had a shield of optimism that was stronger than iron. Which didn't stop Atton from smashing it per sé, but he was pretty sure doing so was more trouble than it was worth.

Even if everything the guy was saying sounded very familiar.

"It should be coming out any minute. The droids here are on still on the ball and only have certain things to work with after the gremlin raid so..." Zayne started. Then he saw Gigi come from the kitchen with plates. "Oh. I guess we'll see what they had left now."

"Just make sure it's all gremlin-guts free," Atton said, pulling a face.

He shot Zayne another thoughtful look. "So, any idea where you'll go from here, by any chance?"

Damn it, he was going to have to ask Mical to look into Zayne when he got back home.

"I've gone from washout to fugitive to thief, racing star, vigilante, then restauranteur, war hero, and now politician, with stops as a teacher and landlord in a different galaxy in the past few years," Zayne said. "So I try not to make long-term plans. I'm going to continue advocating for peace and then we'll see what happens from there."

Atton sighed. "Good luck," he said. "You're going to need it."

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