The news at the Temple wasn't much better: Master Hamner's assistant (in forty years, Luke had never had an assistant, and so meeting a young Jedi who, as far as Ben could tell, was there to get Master Hamner's caf and read reports for him made him roll his eyes) told Ben that Master Hamner couldn't possibly see him until the next day, perhaps next week.
Ben's eyes narrowed and he leaned his knuckles onto her desk. "I'm carrying a message from Luke Skywalker. You might remember him? He used to sit in this office without someone to screen his calls?"
She glared back at him. "I'll let him know you were here, Jedi Skywalker. He's on a very important call at the moment."
"I don't care if he's setting the new galactic record for solitaire," Ben growled. "I have news for the Council that cannot wait."
She pointed to a large stack of datapads. "I'll add it to the other things that cannot wait."
"Any of those mention a planetful of Sith?" he demanded. "If not, they can wait."
Her eyes widened slightly and he gave her an irritated look. "Right. But I'm just a knight. Clearly I'm a moron." He gave her a look of elaborate innocence. "Oh, wait, you're a knight too--"
( Where Ben gets even bitchier at the Jedi Council, with expected results )
[OOC: Liberally adapted from Christie Golden's Allies and NFB!]