Insidious whispers whispered in his ears, as ghostly shadows with familiar faces of his family members waved in front of him.

"Komari, Komari where were you?" the voices sang in a gloomy and macabre field mixed with painful moans.

Komari advanced towards the shadows in a desperate attempt to scatter them. With a wave of her hand she futilely tried to grab the ghostly shadows, which with mournful screams escaped from her fingers.

"You're not real, it's all in my head," she moaned, holding her skull, "it's in my head," she sobbed.

A peculiar voice made her raise her head, in front of her stood the bloody face of Simon, her little brother. "Big sister, I'm in pain."

She screamed, her anger had been replaced by her grief, she screamed at the loss of the only family she had had.

This cry roused her from her dreams, she opened her tearful eyes.

The physical pain she felt indicated that she was still alive. Part of her was disappointed by this observation, at that moment she wished she was dead. To be with his family, to find his mother but that was not possible.

She was alive she didn't really know how, yet she was sure that she had used these last bursts of energy to move forward, her wounds should have killed her.

Was this fate? If that were the case she would find a way to fight him, until now she had refused to follow his visions and knew now that they had caught up with him, at least one of them.

The room was far too clean for these standards, there was a smell of medicine in the air and of a cleanliness that burned his nose. She felt an oxygen mask on her mouth and nose while hearing the roar of the oxygen pump. In fact, she could hear a lot of things, many beeps and beeps from the many complex medical machines that occupied the space.

Some of them injected her with what appeared to be a translucent liquid that she identified as bacta. "All this for me?" she whispered. Bacta was a miracle medical product, but it was not given to everyone.

It was the first time she had been exposed to such a product.

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Despite the benefit she derived from it, she tried to lift the many intravenous fluids that ran through her body.

She didn't like it, to be pierced on all sides in a place she didn't know, and with things they didn't know.

A quick glance at her surroundings allowed her to analyze the following, the light but constant purr she heard and the lack of inertia were all clues that it was said that she was on a spaceship.

"And fuck my first time in a spaceship and not above it on the hull. And I didn't even see the takeoff," she grumbled to herself. Until now, she had never boarded a ship other than by clinging to the hull of the ship to climb from level to level.

At that moment, the door slid in a light spritz to let a Republic Medical droid pass.

"Hello, I see that you are awake. I am a T-22 medical droid from the Ct-90 Consular class cruiser of the Jedi Order. You have suffered serious injuries and have been exposed to many chemicals. We have therefore had to carry out various operations to keep you in a state of service. The robot said as he approached her. With a mechanical gesture he reinserted the intravenous ones that had been moved during his attempt to remove them.

"Hey!!" she complained.

"You are advised not to get up or remove the IVs or you will stop the treatment," the droid continued, not caring about his complaint. Once this is done, he will turn around to type on the screens that dotted the room.

Komari then looked at her suspiciously when he began to turn his head but not the rest of his body towards her.

The right hand of the droid, composed of 3 fingers, took hold of two large syringes.

"No!" she exclaimed. But the droid I mercilessly and sparingly administered the two syringes in his arm, which drew a cry more indignant than hurt.

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A few hours later, the droid returned with the Jedi. Dooku and Master Yaddle, Komari looked at them intently. It was strange for her to see familiar faces again, those of these visions and her dreams. She knew their future, or at least some of their futures, and didn't know what to make of them.

She preferred not to say anything and to observe the situation, each of them had a different expression. The first seemed to be intrigued by her, Komari could read sympathy and understanding in her eyes. But she knew that he was a man of principle but rather rigid and narrow-minded.

The second was suspicious of her, there was a rejection of what she had done. But here too, Komari knew thanks to these gifts that the latter is an easy-going person with a friendly nature who always took care of others.

"How do you feel as a young girl?" Dooku began by saying as he opened the conversation to get out of the embarrassing silence that reigned.

Komari's florescent green eyes turned to him, she hesitated and then finally spoke. "You really want me to answer you, Jedi? I lost my whole family in less than 24 hours, I was shot, I was left for dead. To crown it all, you have taken my revenge from me. ».

His tone was calm, there was no hatred in his voice, no anger, just resentment. She knew that they were not the cause of her misfortunes and that he did not have to put up with the hatred that burned inside her. Listening to her own words she realized that she was tired, yes she was alone.

Dooku didn't answer right away, he just nodded his head in understanding. But her comrade was not so understanding.

"We understand your pain, young lady, but what you did was wrong," Yaddle said.

At her words, Komari felt anger and indignation rise in her.

"Do you understand!? Do you understand each other!? Have you ever had to kill before the age of 6 to avenge your mother? Did you have to steal to protect your family? Did you have to go through the garbage to find something to eat? Have you done everything in your power to survive when everything is the opposite of your survival?! Without realizing it, she had screamed these last words. In a movement of rage, she snatched her drips, making the monitors in the room scream.

"Yes, I killed, I massacred, yes, I took revenge because they took everything from me. And for that I have no remorse. No Jedi we don't live in the same world, our values are not the same. Evil, good, all of that is relative when you go through the garbage. ».

She had spat out her last words with real disgust, all her frustration had risen suddenly, it wasn't just the fact of having lost her family, it was also the fact of being judged by a person who had not had her experience.

Yaddle grimaced, she was shocked by the speech and their rejection of the young girl. She kept her comments to herself because the child had imposed an implacable truth on her, the ideals they believed in, the ideals of the Jedi, had no value in the eyes of this child who had access to survival all his life.

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After a quick introspection she apologized sincerely, she had been too hasty in her judgment of what was in fact only a child.

"I took you to excuse me, my arrogance has taken over my reason. I spoke without knowing. I don't agree with your actions But I didn't take into account what you had to put up with. »

Komari was surprised to see the Jedi apologize for her anger, and then she suppressed her emotions and accepted the apology. She sighed, getting angry would be useless, this kind of judgment was likely to happen to her often. She had to get used to it, yours doesn't put that and even if she didn't understand the reasoning.

"Let's forget about it, Jedi, you're probably right. I shouldn't have given in to anger so easily. She apologized in turn for his outburst.

She was surprised to see Yaddle start smiling, and Yaddle was happy to see her admit the mistake of giving in to anger. This was an important point for the Jedi, acknowledging the outbursts of anger was the first step towards peace.

She began to replace the drips that had been snatched with gestures while Dooku continued the conversation.

"So what's your name, my child?"

The voices in Komari's head began to whisper, warning her of the Jedi. They reminded her of her visions and the echoes of a past that she did not understand. Where was the future? She chased them away very quickly.

"I am Komari Vosa from Nar shadda." She said with a hint of arrogance in her voice.

The Jedi nodded thoughtfully, touching his chin. This strange because in all the visions she had of the Jedi, many of them made this gesture when they were thinking. A strange tic.

"How did you learn to harness force?" to emphasize his words, he levitated a few objects in the room.

"Since I was a little girl, I have felt this thing. I just tried to understand it better by doing some experiments. Then, by meditating and practicing, I managed to levitate and throw heavier and heavier objects. She explained, levitating objects here and there.

"It's amazing, I've never seen such potential in strength in someone of that age. The force is powerful in you, my child, you will have a certain talent for having mastered it as a self-taught person. Yaddle intervened in their conversation, "I'd like with your permission to take some blood to test your midi-chlorians. ».

Komari held out his arm to him, allowing himself to take a blood sample that the Jedi inserted into a machine. Komari asked her about midi-chlorians, she had already seen and heard of them in these visions but had never understood what they were.

The Jedi seemed delighted to explain it to her, they were in fact microorganisms living in symbiosis inside any living form inside the cells themselves. The midi-chlorians were not the force as such, they were a symbiotic form that created a path, a connection with the omnipresent energy field in everything known as force. This connection alternated according to the amount of midi-chlorians but also other factors that the Jedi could not explain.

"The analysis is pretty quick," the Jedi Master explained as she inserted the blood-filled tube into one of the machines. But quickly, the machine, instead of giving her a result, showed her a 404 error, which made the Jedi's eyes wrinkle. "Well, we're unlucky, the machine is still acting up, we'll have to see with maintenance to fix it. I'm afraid we'll have to postpone testing your blood until later. »

The Jedi Masters asked her several questions about her origins, but all she could tell him was that she was an orphan and had been picked up on the street by her adoptive mother. She had estimated her age and race according to vague general criteria. Although she had a greater general knowledge than most people of the lower levels due to her visions, her knowledge remained limited.

The two Jedi looked at each other for a moment, she strangely felt that they were communicating with each other surely by force, but she couldn't figure out how. They quickly reached a consensus as their eyes turned in his direction with identifiable expectation.

"We have a proposal for you if you agree," Dooku began before handing over to Yaddle. "We want to take you to the Jedi Temple on Coruscante to be healed and meet the Jedi Council."

Komari sneered, "Wait, you don't want me to join the Jedi Order," but at the seriousness of the two masters, his face decomposed, "No, are you serious?"

They nodded at the same time. She was taken aback by their proposal, on the one hand she knew from her visions that the Jedi order was on a downward slope and that their purge was going to come any moment. On the other hand, she knew that joining the order was one of the paths of her destiny, but not necessarily the one she would have chosen.

When she revealed her powers to her mother, she had hoped to avoid being taken over by the Jedi, preferring to stay with her family. Mila had therefore avoided anything that might have attracted the Jedi's intention to her daughter.

She hesitated for a long time, she was aware that she would surely not be able to follow the rules of the Jedi or their morale. She was far too independent and knew she was far too arrogant for them. The Jedi saw his discomfort and hesitation, but they kept the let him speak.

"I hear your proposal but I have serious doubts. I am what I am and I don't necessarily appreciate your rules, your doctrines, even if I don't know the essentials. I'm afraid that they may not correspond to me, I have no desire to go against my conscience. She explained to them.

It was an opportunity to learn more about the Jedi Force and the Jedi arts that was still filled with mystery to him. But she wanted to remain herself without having to submit to dogmas imposed by others.

But refusing to listen to this proposal would be foolish. Of course, there were many other groups mastering the force and its arcana, but she remained a child and therefore an easy prey for sith, and unscrupulous force practitioners or other strange sects.

"I don't think you have to worry about it, my child, you can try to follow our teachings and if you can't follow our dogmas nothing will stop you from leaving us." Dooku tried to reassure her, still in a soft tone where she could perceive a glimmer of understanding about her indecision.

She still didn't understand why he was so sympathetic to her even though she knew that several of these destinies might confront him.

"If I don't like it, you promise to let me go safely?" Frankly, the order doesn't have a good press where I come from. The Jedi Master nodded and promised.

This promise earned her a dark look from Yaddle, who did not agree to leave a way out for the young girl and thought that she would easily enjoy the order as many children had done before her.

"So, if I have this guarantee, I agree to meet with your council, and depending on what comes out of it, I will make my decision," she promised, which deflected the Jedi Master's anger.

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The journey from Nar Shadda to Coruscant took time, not to mention that the ship was not the fastest in the galaxy.

She took advantage of this time to rest, she needed it badly.

It was a strange feeling to be clean, she realized. The medical droid had washed her body with a solution she didn't know to try to remove the layers of grime from there.

"I advocate total stripping," he said, turning one of his hands into an intimidating brush. Because of him, his skin irritated him, but at least it was clean.

The discovery of a hot shower was also a strange sensation, in the lower levels only rain or cold water had allowed him to wash.

When she turned on the hot water she shivered, her hair flowing into the shower. A mixture of filth and dried blood.

If she had short hair, it was for good reasons. The most practical was to avoid the predators that reigned in the lower levels. Although in this respect young boys and young girls were prime targets for this kind of degenerate. The other reason was that it was easier to live with short hair in a hostile environment.

The Jedi had given her her vibro-blade at her request, it was the last object, the last memory she had of her family. An object that she cherished above all else, and which had a small secret compartment in the handle where the data card containing the banking and blackmail information of the late Senator Bachure was stored well protected.

There were no clothes on board the ship that fit her, so she had to put back on her old rags that she used to wear and that had been put through the machine. She remained barefoot as usual.

While talking to the Jedi, who were never far away, she learned that it was Yaddle who had given her first aid thanks to his strength healing skills. A field in which she was a recognized expert within the Jedi order. Without his care, it would have been certain that Komari would have died.

After a few days, she felt comfortable enough, albeit weakened, to move around the Jedi ship without too much difficulty or restriction. She was able to admire for the first time the luxury of the diplomatic vessels of the Republic.

She had to go against her instinct to steal everything she could find, she was a guest, she shouldn't start alienating the Jedi.

Looking at the stars through a window was one of the most rewarding experiences of her life. So far she has only had the sky of Nar shadda a few times and could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times she had seen the stars from the surface. All that could come close to it was the vague light in the tunnels of the lower levels.

These in good conditions that she began to meditate on the deck, resuming a habit that she had not taken advantage of every moment to take stock with herself. She had decided this time to expel all emotion in her meditation, to focus on calm, knowing full well that her current emotions were too intense.

This caught the watchful eye of the two Jedi who were probing her meditation in the force, and finally she resumed her strength training habits and began to disassemble and reassemble a few objects here and there.

From time to time, the Jedi would give him advice on how to feel the force more or how to improve them.

These were subtle elements but they made a big difference in his account of force prevention. Yaddle's initial mistrust was a distant memory, as Yaddle gave him a lot of advice during her meditations.

She was far too injured to be able to indulge in physical or martial training. So, to stay in a routine that she understood, she began to practice Mandalorian walking. This practice came from the Mandalorians to prepare for battle or during waiting phases. It was a walking technique based on the principle of coordination between breathing rhythm and step rhythm. The exercise was embellished with some minimalist biomechanical exercises that warmed up the body and worked the muscles.

The Mandalorians had invented this exercise to prepare their men who marched to the front.

It was an exercise she had practiced since she was trained by the Mandalorian Rognas.

She didn't notice that these exercises attracted Dooku's attention and sharp gaze. The latter being a recognized practitioner of the art of Makashi, he easily saw the contributions of the practice that Mandalorian walking.

He was even surprised to see that a child of such a young age and in a remote corner had learned this kind of thing. Even within the Jedi temple, few knew about this routine of the Mandalorian martial art.

He felt more than he saw Komari's gaze on his lightsaber. With a skilful gesture he took him from his belt and presented him to him.

"This is a lightsaber, the weapon of the Jedi Knights, an elegant army that requires mastery in the art of being various forms of saber handling."

"Master Dooku and one of the best swordsmen in the order, he has mastered the difficult art of Form 2," Yaddle commented as he watched them.

"It's too much honor, Master Yaddle, but I prefer the name Makashi, the term form 2 and so barbaric and inelegant. But it is also true that it is the most effective form against other swordsmen and the most elegant technique. By a skilful gesture he lit the sword and made a few gestures.

Komari looked at the movements with the eye of a connoisseur, she saw their complexity, their mastery which was far from the movements she was currently practicing. While she was proud of her mastery of the staff, dagger, and sword, she had to admit that there was an entire galaxy between her level and that of the Jedi Master.

"How many forms are there?" she asked, knowing the answer through these visions, but preferring to have the action of the masters present.

"There are officially 7 forms, Shii-cho, Makashi, Soresu, Ataru, Djem so, Niman and finally Vaapad. They all respond to a situation, but there are also many variations. Such as Sokan an ancient technique using fast movement, Jar'Kai with two swords, Dun Möch mixing sword and strength with his Trakata variant. Yaddle explained.

"But you'll learn that when you get to the Jedi Temple," Dooku assured him.

She made the rest of the way, alternating between meditations the basic learning exercises using an opaque headset provided to her by the Jedi masters. The mask forced her not to trust her eyes but to try to feel the strength.

It was an exercise in which she excelled, she had learned at a young age to rely on all these senses, including strength, to survive.