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The morning had begun quietly enough that none of the members of the Jedi Council were assembled and ready to handle non-emergency problems. Sadly the case of the strange little boy found in the Room of a Thousand Fountains was one such non-emergency. But all the same what members of the council were available would answer to impart their wisdom and advice. On this morning the librarian Jocasta Nu and, her old friend, the scholar Omo Bouri were available before moving on to other duties in the Temple. As such it was before them that Master Vant described what had come to pass.
"Masters Nu and Bouri, I apologize for coming so early in the morning for such a trivial matter but this is something that I need guidance on." Master Vant began as she held the shoulders of the little boy before her. As she continued on explain just what had occurred in the Room of a Thousand fountains Master Nu could only look at the little boy in curiosity. Quite like most children the boy was looking towards the great panoramic view the council chamber offered rather than the council members themselves but that was where all childish resemblance ended.
If I did not know any better he was scoping out the nearby buildings and ledges as if looking for something. For indeed the boy's eyes never stopped on any single thing he could see and appeared to be ignoring the early morning speeders that caught most younglings' attention. His eyes swung back and forth across the scene as if on a scavenger hunt only he really understood. Overcome by curiosity Nu almost turned to look herself when the boy interrupted Master Vant.
"You all kno' tha' it's dangerous to have yer backs open to windas righ'? Anybody could snipe ya' here." Sage advice given the boy turned back to scanning the windows for danger in the silence his comment had generated.
The two council elders looked towards each other before Jocasta chose to answer the young child's concern. "While it is true that assassins could use such a vantage there are several reasons why they would be unsuccessful." Turning to look out the window and knowing the boy was focused on her she continued," You see despite the open vantage there are actually quite a few challenges for snipers to overcome. First you have distance, despite the other buildings surrounding the Temple they are too far for plasma to reach this far." She motions towards the Senate buildings in the distance next, "As we are close to the Senate there is a lot of active security in this district which makes it difficult for assassins to enter and even the area directly around the Temple is patrolled by Security Forces. One must also consider how much wind there is at this height which is made even faster by the buildings it moves through," she motions to the fast flapping banners hanging from the Temple and along the walkway out front. With another sweeping gesture Nu motions to the traffic already moving despite the early hour, "Flying vehicles also pose a severe problem as they could block a shot." Turning back assured in her complete assessment of why he need not worry she adds one final point. "Also as Jedi we have the Force and it would warn us if we were in impending danger."
The boy stands before her, head tilted to the side like the many birds that could be found on different worlds. Before his eyes Jocasta cannot help but feel that both she and her answer are being scrutinized very carefully by a highly intelligent but simple creature. He has a focus not dissimilar from a hunting Togrunta or predator, she observes. It is but a few moments before the boy makes his rebuttal. "But if they used a bow or solid rifle they would not need to worry about tha plasma not reaching, an' those shuttles get a lot closer to tha Temple than tha buildings so they coul' become moving platforms right? An' true snipers know how ta account for wind shear ya'?"
Where would the child have gained such information or even concerns?! No child wonders at such things! It was Master Bouri that covered her flustered response. "But the security would still be a deterrent, moving platforms are incredibly difficult to shoot accurately from and the training and acquisition requirements for such weapons make them unpopular for most assassins and bounty hunters. Still your desire for answers and inquiry are quite impressive. Besides," Master Bouri smiles kindly as he finishes, "your argument still does not take the force into account."
The boy looks at them again but with more sureness as he accepts his safety. "Okay if ya' say so. So wha' I gotta do ta become a Jedi?"
Now on a more common track Jocasta Nu settles back to answer, "You must have aptitude for the force, you must be of the right age and your family must be willing for you to join our Order. You will have to take a small test and then we can proceed." Assured that there would be nothing else that would cause great concern in the process from this point Nu relaxes before finding her calm once again shifted.
"Well, I is four an' a half I thinks. An ya' don't gotta worry 'bout my folks, pretty sure they killed each other while high on death sticks and alcohol." This sobering claim makes Jocasta reach into the force to ascertain the truth. I can sense no lie from the boy and I can feel it in the force. This child has been touched by death, despair and neglect. Voices soft they pry further to ascertain how long the boy has been alone and orphaned. All they get is that he is not sure with no sun to be seen in the bowels of Coruscant he is unsure of how long it took him to follow the 'warm light' and 'whispers' to the Temple. In the end he passes the test as highly force sensitive. In light of being found he would join the crèche under the care of Master Vant. And yet Jocasta cannot stop the worry. This child has seen things no child should ever see. What will happen to him in the future? In any case I should try and see if I can track down the truth on his parents. But despite her best efforts nothing Jocasta Nu tries brings up information on a human family called the 'Barton's'.