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Aayla was one of those few, Quinlan having been as good as his word and taking her as his padawan a bare week after becoming a knight himself. Despite many masters wanting her to stay to continue teaching the shield technique to others the two of them had left Coruscant quickly on an assignment with Master Tholme.
She and Harry had continued to talk as often as they could over the years, but now that she was no longer on Coruscant with the Temple's Hypercom array the times they could were becoming fewer and farther between. That had Harry somewhat depressed as was the fact he seemed to have reached a wall in his training how to Reach out to the Force to send more information along their link. Fay would be lying if she said that the idea of cheering him up wasn't affecting her decision making when it came to getting Harry further lightsaber training.
"I just don't think the rest of the Order is ready to see what Harry is capable of these days." Fay said with a sigh. "The Order has continued to lose members in trickles here and there, so the utility of the skills the clan is sharing has forced a rethink on many portions of the initiate training. But there is still too much reactionism in the Council of Reassignment, First Knowledge and even the High Council. Yoda has done good work readying the Order for the changes, but even he can only do so much to change centuries of tradition and personal opinion without causing more resentment even among Jedi. The fact that most of them have already said they will take the Old Oath rather than the New is making it worse."
Lily shrugged her shoulders, uncaring of the trials the Order was facing where they didn't impact her son. The Order had a shakeup coming anyway in her opinion. "So if we can't go to Coruscant, what does that leave us?"
Fay fell silent for a time staring unseeing into a hologram of Republic space for a moment. "Serenno," she decided after a moment, the Force helping her to make the decision. "Master Dooku returned to his home system after the Bando Gora had been dealt with and they rescued his former padawan from their foul tortures. He and a Master Unduli who I have never met are both there helping her recover from that ordeal on his family's estates because there are some in the Order who feel that the poor girl went too far into the Dark to be saved."
Looking up at Lily she gave a brief overview of what she knew of both masters. "From what I know either would be a decent teacher for Harry if we can convince them to become so. After they have tested him for a time, he can start making his lightsaber," Fay smiled wryly, shaking her head. "Though somehow I doubt that will be as simple as going to the Crystal Cave and picking out a crystal. Nothing is ever simple with Harry."
"All too true," Lily laughed, before the two of them exited the room to tell Harry the good news.
While Harry was apprenticed to Master Fay, the other students of Clan Saa had to go through the normal Jedi Temple education for a time. For most part this was easy for most of them despite the suspicious looks of their fellows. Master T'ra Saa had run a very tight ship after all. Over the years since their arrival they had proven themselves as well as the efficacy and, thanks to Masters Yoda, Saa, and the others, the pedigree of their new techniques. On top of this, and despite the attack on the Temple by the Yinchorri, it was a relatively simple, peaceful time for them all.
Yet if there is such a thing as Potter luck, then Potter luck splashes. When Lady Luck, or the Unifying Force whichever its local name was, goes looking for a chew toy, it routinely chooses either someone with the Potter name or people associated with them for any length of time.
Alecto had never heard Mistress Lily calling Harry's bad luck the Potter Luck. But right now if he'd heard that concept, he would have agreed with it immediately. Not even a padawan a month and already things have gone wrong! The Duros padawan thought as he raced through the corridors of the giant mining complex on Ephelion 6.
He and his Master Sul Ni Thun were here to oversee diplomatic talks to try and broker a peace agreement between the locals and a major corporation, Heavy Metals, which owned the rights to the planet. The planet in question was Ephelion 6, a massive super-dense planet. Almost but not quite a gas giant in size and atmospheric density, it had incredibly large deposits of duralium, alusteel, several of the key minerals needed to create Duraplast, and even more valuable hollinium.
However the conditions on the planet's surface made mining an incredibly expensive undertaking. Building machinery that could withstand the wind, pressure and heat was so expensive it could have soaked up the total GDP of many a planet outside the Core. It had cost so much, and even within the mining complex conditions were so harsh, that Heavy Metals simply couldn't afford to use specially built droids for the job and still make a profit from the complex.
Instead they had hired sentient miners. Yet the conditions they had to work with, and the fact the company had to transport them, plus the companies need to recoup its initial investment had made said company come up with myriad hidden ways to indenture the miners. The low pay, the poor conditions and the fact they weren't guaranteed any pay unless the survived the full two years of their contract allowed the company to treat them more like slaves at times, which, Alecto had discovered, quite a few of them were.
But miners were a fractious lot at the best of times, and most had never taken to the companies games quietly. This resulted in several bloody conflicts in the past fifteen years since the complex had been built.
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