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Vosa winced a little then laughed shaking her head. "Well Master, I would say then it's a good thing I don't already have a social life, because that kind of work would probably kill it."
The Jedi all shared a wry chuckle, before moving in their separate directions.
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Later on that day Harry followed Master Fay through the streets of the capital city towards a small hall where Master Fay had been called in to preside judgment over a few family disputes. They weren't important, but they were somewhat acrimonious and outside local law jurisdiction, being entirely between two civilian parties. They could've lawyered up of course, but that would've taken them years and a lot of money. With so many Jedi on hand, it seemed more natural to ask for a Jedi's opinion on the matter. Master Fay was smiling as they walked. This was the kind of task that she felt was the second best use of Jedi the universe over: to give out neutral well-informed judgments, not fight other people's battles, but to nurture, teach, and deal out justice.
Harry didn't agree with her on that point. He felt the Jedi should be more proactive, in particular against the slave trade which was something he had never really reconciled himself to existing at all in this universe. He understood the economic reasons for it, but that didn't mean he liked it. Fay on the other hand believed the Jedi should simply make certain everyone knew there was a problem, then help the various governments or polities to shut down the slave trade themselves.
He sat with Master Fay watching as she took the various people's statements, feeling her Force senses reach out wrapping around each individual in turn as they spoke. Her words were probing, digging out the truth when they tried to hide it. Eventually in this manner she brought to light that one of the two people in the first case had lied about where he had gotten the product the dispute was about, and how much he paid for it. He had initially wanted to impress the daughter of his client, and had thought to undercut his own prices in order to do so. When he found out that the client's daughter was already engaged, that had turned to anger and feelings of betrayal, which had led to him marking up the next shipment so dramatically. Master Fay diffused things, money was exchanged, and the two went their separate ways. Their business relationship was done, but at least the growing feud meet between them was also finished.
The next two issues were more police-oriented. A young boy, a multiple offender, had been taken in by a policeman after two weeks of theft, vandalism and other small time crimes. . Nothing about his life or education hinted he should have been acting in this way. He came from a very well-to-do family, he didn't need to steal, his parents seemed happy, he had good friends who were not involved in the same acts. There didn't seem to be anything to cause his actions.
Again Master Fay, this time with Lily's help, was able to get to the bottom of things. It turned out that the boy knew his father had been having an affair, and the woman involved knew the boy knew, and had been abusive to him a time or two, as well as threatening him. Somehow the woman had convinced the boy that if he told anyone about the affair, both his father and he would be in big trouble, and as children everywhere were wont to do, he'd bottled it up, until he started to lash out.
The father was brought in, questioned severely by Master Fay, and then his mistress arrested for abuse. Whether or not the father's marriage would survive none of them knew, but none of them were willing to delve into it deeper. Affairs of the heart like that were not a Jedi's concern so long as it did not involve violence.
From there the next two cases had more to do with politics than anything personal, and area Harry was much happier to deal with them. Even if he didn't like politics at all he was better than the alternative.
This had become the normal routine since Fay and her party had settled into life here on Sorenno. The mornings from sunrise to three in the afternoon was taken up by training. The afternoon was devoted to other things. Sometimes the afternoon would be taken up with lessons on politics, healing and navigation taught by Fay or Luminara, with Luminara pitching in because she in turn sat in on Fay's lessons about the Outer Rim systems and of course healing as well. Sometimes the afternoon training would be tactics and strategy with Master Dooku and Vosa, who had found the boy as fast a learner mentally as he was physically. Vosa in turn enjoyed the time with her former Master, using his lessons as an anchor to the life she had before the mission against the Bando Gora. So all in all, this day was normal for everyone in the estate.
That normality died late that night when a ragged cry of pain and fear reverberated through the mansion. "GYAAAAAaaaahhhhhhhh!"
This wasn't the first time such a thing it happened. Early on in Luminara's care Vosa had suffered from horrible nightmares, aided no doubt by the pain giving devices imbedded in her mind. But this time it wasn't Vosa screaming, it was Harry.
"Harry, Harry, wake up please. Whatever it is it's just a dream!" Lily shouted, trying desperately to touch her son, trying to get his attention as he thrashed in his bed, his back spasming painfully as his eyes opened wide but unseeing. Once again she cursed her ghostly status as her hands faded through Harry's body with only a tiny amount of resistance.
Behind her Dooku crashed through the doorway, a Force grab ripping the knob off as Master Fay quickly followed, having been with Luminara at the far end of the mansion with Vosa, giving the girl a checkup. Dooku had actually been closer, having left the ladies and making his way to his own quarters on the other side of the wing.
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