When she opened her eyes she didn't know where she was or who she was, all she knew was that she was a very young child, a baby but she was well aware of her surroundings.

The girl holding her in her arms was not her mother but one of the orphans from the slums who had picked her up on the street and was doing her best to take care of her.

Her name was Mila Vosa and she was only 12 years old but she had decided to risk taking care of a child. Mila had called the child Komari Vosa this name resonated strangely for the child because Komari Vosa was the name of an apprentice of the Jedi Master Dooku.

How did she know about it? a series of flashes strange mixture of dreams, memories or prophecies struck her without her understanding their origin.

She didn't feel like she had a past life and yet she had a lot of knowledge about a world that didn't exist and about the future of her condition.

She was Komari without really being Komari. To be sure, Komari, about a month old, on all fours in a makeshift crib in a dilapidated shack in the slums, hidden between several pipe networks, got up as best she could and then reached out for a half-eaten cereal bar.

Nothing happened, the cereal bar didn't move a millimeter.

Komari made several equally unsuccessful attempts but she didn't let herself get down and tried again for several hours. Her frustration grew but she didn't let herself get down, it was surely not easy to control the force.

If she stuck to what her memories or dreams told her, she had to empty herself and feel the force, so Komari closed her eyes to try to perceive the force.

She felt it, it was like a flow that surrounded everything, like feeling the wind blowing in your hair, in the back of your neck.

The cereal bar flew gently into her hand, she was proud, she had succeeded and could enjoy herself despite her lack of teeth.

Komari did not really understand her situation in this world and despite her efforts, her mind was regularly parasitized by her infant reflexes over which she had no control.

She hated not having a hold on her primary needs, pipe, poop, sleep and eat even though she managed to stand on all fours or stand up from time to time. When her body or mind was too tired, she would start crying without being able to stop until her mother took her in her arms to rock her.

She did not understand why, but being in her mother's arms was a real happiness, a warm pig where she could forget everything.

"You're really not normal."  Mila remarked, catching her trying to leave the makeshift crib to find something to eat when she was only a few months old.

Komari looked at her mother from the top of the crib before slowly coming back down, muttering indignant « bahbha bah. »

She was caught by her mother's hands who cuddled her against her

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"if you're that energetic let's go for a walk in town."

It was the first time her mother had taken her out of the house, the streets of the base city were dirty, plunged into a perpetual darkness lit on rare occasions by the artificial glow of crackling neon lights.

The walls oozed dirt and decay accentuated by the stifling tropical weather that inhabited the planet. Exposed pipes would release jets of steam and other toxic fumes.

The smell that reigned there was a mixture of sewage discharge, toxic steam and decomposing bodies. But if a life developed abundant with markets, stalls, Komari watched with interest the exchange of survival rations for scrap metal of all kinds.

She noticed both the criminals and the honest people from the top of her adoptive mother's arms. Their world was located from what she had understood in Hutt space it was Nar-Shaddaa capital of the Hutt and city of crime, one of the great city worlds of the galaxy where everything could be sold and found.

The place where she lived was only one of the thousands of shanty towns overlooked by the gigantic towers of the Hutt, it was so insignificant that their area had no name. Immersed in her thoughts Komari finally noticed that her mother was shaking and speaking in a frightening voice to two individuals she could not see.

"Silence, you dirty whore, if I tell you to get naked, you'll get naked." roared the first in an aggressive voice.

"You're a whore, you should be used to it." said the second voice with a hint of sadism.

"Hurry up or your kid will be the one who will serve as our …………." .

"Get lost, you bunch of sickos!" screamed her mother in an unsteady voice, still trembling. Komari might have been just an infant and had no blood relation to Mila, but she was still her mother.

They dared to threaten her mother?! roared Komari's inner voice as she felt a boiling rage rising inside her. She felt the force boiling with her like a furious wind, a blow throwing her mother to the ground.

Komari fell on a pile of trash, she heard Mila's screams as the two men tore her clothes. She managed to straighten up to see one of the two undo his pants with a smile on his lips.

Fury took hold of her again, carried by her anger her hand rose, her little point began to close. She heard the buzzing of the blood hammering her times as well as a strange sensation like the memory of a pleasant sensation.

The two men brought their hand to their throat surprised by the pressure that was exerted. Komari raised her hand higher guided by the flow of forces that she felt, she felt their fear, their terror as she had felt their sadistic pleasure.

Her fist closed, their neck broke in a dry sound of dead wood. They stopped moving their bodies still suspended in the air by the force.

Killing had been so easy Komari realized "it's almost easier than attracting the cereal bar to me" she said to herself. She contemplated the corpses realizing that she had felt little emotion at their death, certainly she had felt anger when they had attacked but there she did not feel disgust or fear of her act.

 Not even guilt.

"Have I lost my feelings or has the force reduced them?" she wondered but she rejected the idea she knew she was happy with her mother, curious and gluttonous she did not lack feelings.

No her reaction should according to her be closer to a psychopathic disorder but it remained to be determined the extent.

"Wait what is a psychopathic disorder?" she said to herself surprised and frightened by the reasoning her brain was doing.

Her mother Mila was still on the ground sobbing unconscious of the two corpses suspended by force, seeing her cry like this Komari felt the tears well up in her eyes.

"Mama" she managed to articulate while walking a little on Mila before falling back on all fours easier to move. She hugged her adoptive mother who took her in her arms still sobbing.

"sorry my darling to be a bad mother." she sobbed then she saw the hanging corpses.

Her gaze then fell on her daughter huddled against her, Mila had seen things she knew that the legends about the Jedi'i had some truth but she did not think that Komari possessed their magic. It was known that the Jedi'i took children endowed with magic from their family who would never see them again she was determined to protect her daughter.

I apologize for the mistakes and the quality. This is my first published work and English is not my native language.