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Leira and Tarnit had gotten back to his place late. There was little talking, and there was even less that needed to be said. Leira needed someone to be there for her, and Tarnit needed to be that person. His apartment was small, one bedroom and a small living room, but the small 14 year old girl fit well on the couch. He was glad she was here.
After they both had retired for the evening, Tarnit gazed out the window overlooking Coronet City. It was a beautiful and teeming place - as most cities were. It was places like this Tarnit felt like Jedi should be - helping out law enforcement. While the war was getting started, crime was expanding faster that Tarnit had seen before. He was glad to be here.
He then went to bed.
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Head spinning, sitting quickly, Tarnit looked for where the horrific noise was coming from. Glancing to his left, his data-comm was lit - it was his friend from CorSec. Shivers traveled down his spine - it was never good to get a call early in the morning.
His hand shot toward the communicator and he brought it to his ear: "Buck, what's going on?" His voice a mixture of tiredness and adrenaline.
Buck's voice was flat and serious, "We have a homicide... and it seems like your cup of tea."
Tarnit paused as he stood up, "Why can't CorSec deal with this?"
"Tarnit, this man seems like a serious killer. I don't want to send any more of my officers in. We have him contained in a warehouse by 324 St."
"Send me the coordinates. We will be right there." He hung up and walked briskly into the living room, hold his saber in his hand.
"Leira, you awake?"
@Leira Rys @MariaDespisesYou