These first days within the Jedi temple she passers-by to the infirmary. Almost all day long she received injections of different drugs or anti-viruses. It was true that spending eight years in the lower levels of Nar shadda did not help at all with the immune system.
From what she understood, she was a real broth of culture mixing infections, diseases forgotten for centuries and other rubbish. Although it strangely had no symptoms, it was still capable of triggering a full-blown epidemic if we were not careful.
She also lacked immune defense against the most recent diseases to which she had never been exposed. Yaddle had therefore decided to inoculate him with all the possible vaccines, which meant a minimum of 10 injections a day for a month for a total of 310 antiviral injections not counting the others.
She was really starting to hate needles, "I swear the next one who waves a needle in front of me, I'm going to him in the eye."
Physically, in addition to her injuries from the blaster shots, she was malnourished.
Having eaten survival food bars all his life, his stomach was not at all adapted to much richer and better flavored food.
She had stolen some food from the Jedi ship, the result had been a direct return to the sender through the front door, splashing Dooku's feet in the process.
Maybe that was the worst thing about seeing all this food at hand without ever being able to touch it.
Fortunately or unfortunately for her, Yaddle he had come to like her after her initial objections. She didn't really know what the little green master saw in her, but the latter took special care of her and her wounds.
That's why, when the latter entered her small room, Komari greeted her with a big smile, delighted to see one of the few people she liked right now.
"Welcome to my humble home, will I be tortured again with a needle? Where else are you going to talk to me about the importance of the light side of the force. She joked as she greeted her.
The Jedi Master's ears moved, a sign that she was amused by these antics.
"None of that, I may have found a solution to your eating problems."
Immediately the girl's attention was captured, "Come on Yaya don't make me languish, tell me what do you have for me with meat?"
The latter placed a bag of dried grass and root in front of her. Komari took the bag and put it to her nose to sniff, she winced at the strong smell of vegetables. Then glared at the Jedi Master.
"How will it solve my food problems? I want meat! I want rat or any other food that can be eaten! Do you know what survival food starts taste like? Komari complained, looking desperate.
The Jedi Master nodded smiling, she had tried the survival bars and agreed that even a prisoner should never eat this.
After serving a cup of hot water, she places some herbs in it. The strong smell of weed rose in the room and then she put the cup down in front of the young girl who was wincing more.
"Your stomach lacks the elements that can digest the rest of the usual food. And while it's not great, drinking root juice and snacking on dried roots can help. These are products that I and Master Yoda consume regularly, they will provide the elements that your digestive system lacks. »
While sniffing the water mixed with the herb, Komari had a nauseating reflex. But in front of the Jedi Master's sincerity and her sympathy, she could only take it upon herself and swallow the infamous liquid.
The roots dried on the other hand it was much more edible, they tasted slightly sweet, astringent and slightly bitter (cinnamon). Faced with the hardness of the root, she could only tear off small pieces with her teeth before trying to chew them and then swallow them, imagining the teeth that one had to have to eat this for 500 years, as Yaddle had done.
While she was eating, she decided to question Yaddle about how Yaddle had saved her. Komari was certain that death should have awaited him, but it was still unsuitable in his eyes.
"Yaya, how did you manage to save my life? I overheard a discussion between you and Dooku. Would you have used a technique of strength? »
She immediately sensed the Jedi Master's embarrassment and embarrassment. This was surprising, because the latter, although small in size, always exuded a lack of confidence and knowledge.
"You're sure of what he said, you must have been wrong," she tried without much conviction in her voice. Komari continued to look at her with his big fluorescent green eyes.
Komari concentrated to try to remember the sensation she had felt at the moment, yes, she was unconscious. She partially remembered it, it was as if her vital functions had started to slow down and then stop.
"You must have used a technique that I guess is not to be proven," she guessed as she opened her eyes, "You managed to suspend my vital functions." it was not a question but a statement
Yaddle was slightly surprised by this statement, but nodded.
"I would like you to keep this to yourself, the technique I used is called Morichro. It allows a person's vital functions to be suspended almost indefinitely, but there is a high risk of killing the subject. This technique was lost a long time ago but I recently managed to find it again. This is a very dangerous Komari technique, which many considered to be a technique of the dark side. She explained.
Komari nodded in understanding. The issues of light and dark within the force didn't affect her much. But if one of the few people she trusted asked her to shut up, then she would shut up.
"I'll keep my word, you don't have to worry, you saved my life. But I would like to learn this technique one day. She said before taking another sip of the herbal infusion. And almost spat out the content which was infamous.
She is delighted to see the Jedi Master's ears twitch slightly, a sign of her contentment. Yaddle spent the rest of the day at her bedside, giving her advice on how to feel the force, and offering her books on the subject that she could borrow from the temple library.
Before leaving, she again prayed for blood to carry out these tests.
"Yaya!" called Komari before the Jedi Master left the room. "You're researching me, aren't you?"
The Jedi Master nodded.
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"I don't really know how to tell you, but I would like the results you get from my blood and my DNA to stay between us. I'm not comfortable with the idea of anyone knowing what I am or who I am. »
"You don't have to worry," Yaddle said, "You'll be the first to know about the results and the only one to determine their availability. But why and are you worried about this subject? ».
Komari passed a hand behind his neck embarrassedly, "I quickly read the various regulations of the Jedi Order, I observed that our personal information could be exploited by any senator who asked for it. And I will not allow anyone to know anything about me beyond my first and last name. ».
Yaddle frowned, she had never paid attention to the legal provisions that allowed access to relevant information about the identities of members of the order to members outside the temple. She understood the problem the girl was talking about, it went beyond preserving her identity and her private life.
"I thank you for raising this point, I will speak to the Council about it at our next meeting, I admit that I myself am uncomfortable with what you have just explained to me."
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Unable to leave his hospital room, Komari spent the rest of his recovery meditating to work on his connection to the force or reading.
Reading on Nar Shadda was limited, recipes on cans, technical information on old machines or prices of whores, plus two or three dubious information.
The temple had one of the largest libraries in the galaxy, and although she had knowledge that was advancing thanks to these visions, she felt the need to know more and more.
Unfortunately for her, these readings were currently limited to what you wanted to give her, Dooku and Yaddle, that is to say mainly books on the history of the temple, the history of the Republic and meditation for dummies.
Nothing very exciting in itself. Even on the temple's internal intranet, his status had limited his access to certain books.
Her ordeal began to end when she finally got the green light from Yaddle to leave her hospital room. She was far from fit, these injuries still hurt, but at least she could walk without being escorted by a medical droid or one of the two Jedi Masters.
Aware of these still raw injuries, Dooku made her work mainly on her leg placements. He wanted to make her work on her movements so that she would understand her own balance more.
The exercise itself was tedious, but with practice, she could see the points of balance, of imbalance that she had during her movements.
It was impressive to imagine how many points of imbalance there were in a single step. The exercise itself reminded him of some of the workouts that Balk the Trandoshan had made him work on before his Sojo sessions.
Then, little by little, as the days progressed, he allowed him to take a training stick to practice Shii-cho. Form One, as it was called in the Order's Manual, was the basis of all sword art among the Jedi.
This preferred form of direct approach fights strikes and parries were broad and fairly basic without any sophistication, however in many ways the simplicity remained effective in any situation.
Movements of this form seemed aggressive with direct attacks, but in reality it required calm and method. Frequent attacks had to push the open but in its passive form it always returned to a defensive position facilitating parrying, the whole thing was a form of balance between attack and defense.
It was clear to Dooku from the first movements of his protégé, that she already mastered an unorthodox form of Shii-cho. Many of the moves she had was different but stay in the sources of inspiration of the I form.
Knowing that she had been training in weapons rooms on Nar Shadda, he easily understood that she had been exposed to the art of the Trandoshan sword. An art that had been perfected in the hand-to-hand combat of the Trandoshan warriors and that bore many aspects resembled Form I.
He who had expected his protégé to be behind the other initiates on this point was pleasantly surprised to find that no, she was far from being late.
While this movement was more than promising, he noticed a problem that could prove dangerous in the future.
Komari had the unfortunate tendency to offer flesh in exchange for a well-placed blow. In the context where she had grown up in a place of extreme dangerousness he understood this philosophy, she had at the time every reason to seek at all costs to kill her opponents and for this to offer an opening was more than acceptable.
But now he doubted this philosophy, on the one hand such openings were an unacceptable risk in his eyes. On the other hand, on Nar Shadda, he had no doubt that she would have done everything to kill her opponent by limiting the risks to find her family. So she would have been looking for a way to survive at all costs. She would have exposed herself within reason.
But now his family no longer existed, he feared that he was leading a self-destructive philosophy in order to finally join his family in the grave.
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Eventually, the Jedi Council decided to have him fully integrated into the Jedi curriculum. It meant only one thing to her at the beginning.... courses.
The many children who resided at the temple were educated by the order, which provided them with courses on the history of the Jedi, the history of the galaxy, and other courses in general education.
Komari understood that the order divided young initiates into clans, these clans formed tight-knit groups of children usually of the same age who attended the order's Jedi courses together. But to follow the general courses, they were divided by level. Having never been to school, Komari quickly found himself with the lowest level class.
The first time she entered class, she immediately felt the uncontrolled emotions of the initiates, as he looked at her with wide eyes. "or! There is aggressiveness in the air. She says to herself, not at all impressed.
It seemed that some rumors had spread about him about his brief stint on the dark side as well as his confrontation with the Council.
She already enjoyed a bad reputation, and she was made to feel it, insensitive to this she attended classes without much problem.
Being isolated was not a problem for her, she had no interest in socializing with children as immature as her last.
The classes themselves were not particularly difficult, of course being behind the others was never something pleasant so she dedicated herself body and soul to mastering as many skills as possible as quickly as possible.
One of the advantages of having an eidetic memory was that she remembered everything she read very quickly. It was a definite advantage to retain the lessons although it did not help in the application of what was explained to him.
The question of his placement at the center of a clan and then the cause of another turbulent debate within the Jedi Council.
The clan being like a family for each initiate since it would forge very strong bonds with its peers, placing a newcomer there was not an easy thing.
Initiating them created bonds of strength within one's clans that were similar to that of a brother or sister. They studied, ate, slept, and grew up together in the clan until one of them was appointed as padawan.
In the end, it was the snake clan that was assigned to her, except that she was not obliged to sleep in the same dormitory as them. It seemed that the masters of the order were flying, avoid disturbing the children with the terrible nightmares that stirred Komari's nights.
It was therefore more of an administrative attachment than a real integration within a clan. And generally she avoided doing group activities with them and in any case had never been invited to do so.
"You're not with your Komari clan," Yaddle wondered when he found her in the large library reading a book on galactic politics.
Komari looked much better than when he first joined the order. A sustained but filthy diet had made the minced features of his undernourished face disappear.
Exposure to the natural light of Coruscante's surface had dulled the livid complexion of his skin.
She was dressed in an initiator's kimono of order that suited her perfectly and that contrasted greatly with the rags she had always had. She even had shoes on her feet, which was a great advance, because it took her almost a month before she agreed to put on shoes and even then she took them off very regularly, not being used to being in reach.
Komari grinned disdainfully and contemptuously as he waved his hand without leaving his reading. "Children without much maturity, nor much conversation Yaya," she finally replied before putting her reading on a pile of other documents read.
"What I'm reading right now is much more interesting than the activities of his 'clans' without wanting to disrespect you."
Yaddle heaved a sigh, Komari was far too cold and antisocial for people his age. This was due to his greater maturity but also to his rejection of any surrogate family.
Until then her disdain for the rules of courtesy within the order had made more than one tooth grind, she only respected a limited number of people within the order and even in front of them she never granted the title of master easily.
Yaddle could understand this, for in space Hutt was slaves calling their owners "masters," and Komari wasn't ready to accept a term that instilled such a balance of power in his mind.
But on a few occasions, the latter granted this formulation to some elected officials, albeit tinged with disdain. And when some unelected people complained about this flagrant lack of respect, Komari was content to stare at them without a word or expression in a silent, contemptuous judgment.
It had caused more than one nervous breakdown for many Jedi or Padawan and it was surprising that so far no fight had broken out.
"You should socialize with people that will do you good," she advised him, observing the various readings that Komari had on his pile.
She was astonished to see galactic politics mixed with books on economics, medicine, or the art of war. These were not the usual readings of a novice or an initiate.
She heard Komari muttering in unflattering terms in one of Nar Shadda's local languages.
"They certainly don't have your majority or your experience, but they have heart, so try it, you have nothing to lose, and if you don't do it for yourself, please do it for me," she tried to convince her.
His eyes finally caught the fluorescent green eyes so disturbing and calm of the initiate who grimaced and sighed as if he were being asked to do the impossible.
"Okay Yaya, I'll try," she finally replied without much enthusiasm, which drew a smile from Yaddle who had gotten used to the idea of her diminutive.
So she left the library to join her clan, but on the way she decided to take the time to make a detour. It was absolutely not to avoid joining the clan, no!
Generally, initiates were entitled to free time that was used for group activities within the clan. Not inclined to do group activities, she decided that it would be far more informative to watch Jedi training rather than initiates waving their swords.
She had found that observing some masters in their training was more instructive than one would have thought. The perfectly mastered movements of the various forms and the peculiarities of each were how to make a huge book on the art of the sword.