The eight-year-old left the room as some of the council members looked on in amazement. The least that could be said was that their exchange had been at best unpleasant and at worst, an exchange of the deaf and the blind. Everyone remained entrenched in their positions.

On Dooku's stoic face as he watched her leave the room, a thin smile began to appear on his lips. It was not every day that a young child could put the council in its place.

On the one hand, he was sorry that she hadn't followed his advice, on the other, he respected the courage she had shown in standing up to them without making any concessions.

The situation could have turned out differently if some had not decided to try to get into his head. And while this was a common practice used by members of the Jedi Council and Jedi in general, he understood the intrusion it could be.

"We can't bring such an element into our ranks," the Jedi T'un High Council member constantly growled, unable to control his disgust.

"A special case, we have." "Hasty judgments, we carry," Master Yoda's voice rose above the Council members. He turned his head to Dooku, giving him the opportunity to intervene.

"As Master Yoda said, let's keep the hasty judgments we make to ourselves. Our rules only apply to our members and currently, she is not a member of the Jedi Order. "We can't judge her according to our usual criteria."

"You are aware, Master Dooku, that she has used the dark side and shows no remorse for it."

He nodded, "Yes, it worries me, but I remind you that she is a child who made a child's mistake and I am sure that with our help, she will be a great recruit for our order. Even if it requires some adjustments from everyone. ».

"You want us to make an exception to integrate him into the order. Even if we put aside his brief passage to the dark side. She remains far too old to join the order. And its nature in itself may pose a problem for us. »

"It's still better than leaving someone with their gifts in nature. Here, at least, we can truly teach him how to harness his powers and avoid carnage. "I'm not sure that his presence with the Mandalorians or other force-bending groups is a good thing," said Oppo Rancisis.

"It's a threat! We need to fix the problem before it gets worse! A voice in the room was raised.

"What, you're going to threaten a child!" Yaddle turned to his interlocutor, his eyebrows furrowed, a terribly dangerous look on his face. Rarely had his fellow Jedi Order seen him so angry.

"Since we arrived here, I have felt nothing but hostility towards her. If I could feel it, then so could she. So she returned our hostility to us. Let's put aside the dark side or its education. She is a child who is suffering, who has experienced something terrible. »

"It will take time and our support. With a little goodwill, she will be able to understand our rules and we will be able to understand these limits to reach a consensus," her plea had a certain echo, as the tension in the room dropped by several degrees.

"In addition, before meeting you, I did an analysis of his midi-chlorein with the central computer. And the result I got was somewhat peculiar. »

"Is it above average?"

"No, it's an absurd rate, totally illogical and impossible. I tried again a few times, because I thought it was the machine that was having problems, but I finally understood that it was the machine's limit threshold that had been reached. »

At his words, several of the members of the Council held their breath. The fact that the child ticked several boxes fulfilling the expectations on the prophecy of the chosen one had interested more than one. But this was something else, we were revealing to them a relationship with force that they had never seen.

"Hmm, are you thinking of the prophecy?" asked the large-necked Quermian calmly. Yarael Poof

"I don't like prophecies, but she ticks a lot of boxes."

"In your opinion, Dooku, we would need."

"A valued member of the Jedi Council, Komari is a special child. She has a surprising mastery of strength. Because of her harsh environment, she had to learn to survive. I can guarantee you that despite her size, her young age, she is capable of posing a decent threat to a grown man, and in front of her, a moment of inattention can prove fatal, even for a Jedi. »

"Come on, Master Dooku, it looks like you're introducing us to a perfect being," someone taunted.

The Jedi's gaze was sharpened, he had a thin wry smile on his lips before shaking his head.

"Oh, she's far from perfect. She is violent, has no trouble making her enemies suffer. If you observe her long enough, you will see the beginning of paranoia in her. She has a total lack of respect for authority and rules that are not hers and that they do not recognize. »

He paused before continuing, he hesitated to say what he was going to say, but preferred to be honest.

"Order or the Republic are entities to which she gives no credit. She would trust a Hutt more. »

Yaddle went on to strike the iron that was still hot.

"For a child who had nothing, the few things she had mattered. Her material possessions and emotions are everything that comes close to freedom for her in a setting where she lacked everything. »

"If I have to finish, I'll say she won't make a good Jedi. And I don't think she wants to. On the other hand, it is incumbent upon us to try to train it and open it to the light side of the force, even if in the end it decides that the force has other plans for it. ».

While quickly a heated debate broke out among the members of the Council on the relevance or not of integrating an element as disruptive as Komari. Two of them remained silent.

Shifo dyas was immersed in these reflections, since he had met the child's very particular gaze, he felt a strange connection with her.

It was as if the force was encouraging him to observe him attentively without him being able to identify exactly what the force wanted to show him.

He glanced at the master sitting on his left, the great Wookiee that was Master Tyvokka who was in full meditation, eyes closed.

While the two Jedi Masters rarely agreed on many issues, they did share a common characteristic that brought them together.

Both had gifts of vision, he could see snippets of potential future. Both of them remained attentive to each other's visions, as their importance and meaning were often ignored by their Jedi Council peers.

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He knew, therefore, that his comrade had been just as surprised as he was that he had not predicted the coming of such an element in the force to them.

When he had tried to center these visions on her as she presented herself, he had been confronted with a whirlwind of images so intense and informal that he had to leave his meditation for his own good.

On the other hand, his fellow Wookiee was much better at controlling and interpreting his visions than he was. It was the fruit of a long life of mastery of this art so delicac.

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The meditating Wookiee could see large fluorescent green eyes staring at him. There was no trace of emotion in his eyes and yet this look was of a disturbing intensity.

In front of him stood a child, she was covered by a black veil in constant movement, only her eyes stood out from the rest of her body. The child remained motionless while in the background, the landscape was constantly changing.

Before his eyes, humanoid beings with aggressive behavior began to form from the ground. They began by pointing their fingers at the child, he could read hatred and disgust on their faces.

One of these humanoid forms began to approach her, with a gesture, he tried to attack the young girl. Just as her arm was about to make contact with the child's face, the child began to move. The counter-attack was brutal, the form collapsed without being able to do anything.

Her comrades attacked the young girl, they were destroyed one by one to finally leave only the child.

While his eyes were still impassive, the Jedi Master could discern visible red wounds despite the black veil that covered it.

Tyvokka shuddered as he heard ghostly murmurs rise out of nowhere, sometimes shrill, sometimes serious. At the sound of these murmurs, the child put both hands to his ears, and what was his mouth covered with a black veil opened in a sorrowful cry.

This time, humanoid busts were emerging from the ground. They didn't have the aggressiveness of previous forms, their deep black color more like the strange veil that covered Komari. Their hands came to grasp the young girl's legs, from their open mouths came lamentations.

Again, shapes similar to the previous one came out of the ground to attack him. They were destroyed each time, but it was an almost uninterrupted stream. As she fought them, he could watch her grow older as she went along.

The frail child passed into a slender teenager, and the teenager gave way to a young woman with powerful musculature.

The older she got, the more numerous the ghosts clinging to her legs became. Alongside him were other ghostly forums, some armed with lightsabers and others with blasters. Some fell to the ground and ended up clinging to his legs.

Several ghosts different from the others placed comforting hands on the girl's shoulders, gestures of closeness and familiarity that only friends could have. Tyvokka noticed that some of these forms tenderly embraced Komari in what was another form of familiarity.

One of his ghosts was thrown to the ground by a humanoid warrior. The warrior dealt him what was a fatal blow. Whether it was a friend or a lover, it seemed that she could never do anything to save them. Instead, these gestures became more and more brutal, no matter how close they came to her, each warrior was pulverized, he saw her grab a warrior by the neck and smash his head against his.

The Jedi Master's attention had been focused on her. He gradually noticed that behind her were other ghosts less imposing than her or those of her friends, but they were thousands armed with lightsabers and blasters.

He didn't understand the mixture of strength he felt inside her. There was light and dark, but everything was mixed to such an extent that they had become indivisible, they mingled with every fiber of his being.

Chills ran down the back of his neck, what he saw was something the Jedi had always refused to imagine since Ruusan's reforms.

With red lightsabers drawn and pointed menacingly in Komari's direction, an army of Sith faced him.

In turn, she drew a lightsaber whose color strangely changed constantly. She pointed it at the Sith, before uttering a silent battle cry.

The ghosts behind them responded with a deafening scream before starting to charge the sites.

Violent hand-to-hand combat broke out, the air was strewn with howls of war, the sound of sabers crossing each other, shots taking lives one after the other.

It was war.

When he looked up, he saw thousands of ships battling it out in the sky, battleships facing battleships firing impressive salvos. Fighter units twirl in pursuit.

In the midst of this shapeless chaos, she faced several opponents at the same time. The flashes of light caused by the crossing of the swords created new scenery each time, each time the situation seemed to change, the era, the clothes, even the fighters.

Each time, she fought Sith.

And the more she fought, the more her body ignited, she literally burned, he could hear her cries of pain mixed with her cries of rage. And despite everything, she was fighting.

Tyvokka saw, far from the fighting, ghosts that looked like Jedi. The latter did not participate in the fight, instead, they remained seated. The ground on which they sat bore the charred and fragmented symbol of the Republic.

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When Tyvokka stepped out of the company of his vision, he saw Shifo dyas looking at him with concern.

"Could you have had a vision of her?" asked Shifo dyas telepathically.

As the Wookiee pondered his response, the council decided whether to vote for or against Komari's integration into the order.

One by one, the members of the Jedi High Council began to vote, Mace Windu set the tone by voting against. After him, it was Yaddle's turn who she voted for. Oppo Rancisis, her former padawan, also voted against the girl's membership in the order.

Shifo Dyas sympathizing with his friend Dooku's young protégé voted for it, he was surprised to find that Tyvokka was following him on this path.

In the end, the result was six votes against and five votes for Master Yoda who still did not vote.

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Komari had stayed not far from the Jedi Council Chamber. She knew that her position and her refusal of certain rules did not work in her favor.

She could have been silent, she should have been silent, but she couldn't. Call it arrogance, conscience or simply ego.

She agreed that a misplaced ego was undermining her chances of joining the Jedi order. An order that remained, despite the deep distrust she had for him, one of the best things that could happen to her according to these visions.

While waiting for their decision, she had found a place between two large ventilation systems to sleep. The rustling wind from the ventilation reminded him a little of the constant noise on his home planet.

She was woken up by Yaddle, the council was about to make its decision and was waiting for her.

Although the hostility was still there, it had diminished or been stifled in some way.

She could still read in some faces disgust or rejection, but in others, strangely, she could read subtle interest or pity.

It was Yoda who spoke, there was something imperious in her voice, she felt that no one would dare to cut or question this word.

"One question, I have my child for you. Why join the Mandalorians if I refuse? »

She raised an eyebrow at the question, but answered honestly

"Mandalore has always supported orphans, no matter where they come from, if they want to, they can become mando. I've already met Mandalorians, they're not as terrible as they say, unless you have a bounty on your head... I admit to envying their freedom."

The master smiled sympathetically, "Many things in common, you have, indeed."

"But tell me how do you feel?" her question surprised her again. She had refused to let the Jedi probe her mind until now, but she had never refused to be asked about her feelings and it was felt.

"I'm in pain," she began in a soft voice, "the physical pain, I can handle, the emotional pain too. But I don't know why, despite the fact that I compartmentalize all this, I hurt. I'm scared, I'm sad and I'm angry. She put her hand to her heart.

"At the same time, I repress what I feel and at the same time, I let it be expressed. Because I'm afraid, I'm afraid of forgetting, I'm afraid that by not feeling anything, I'll become a monster. She smiled sadly and tears of sorrow began to flow from her eyes.

"So, I draw on it to move forward, even if it hurts, I don't want to forget. And if I have to put my hand in the fire so as not to forget, I will do it. »

Yoda closed his eyes thoughtfully, he made a small noise of his mouth and tapped his cane on the ground, "For your integration, I vote."

Immediately, there were sighs in the room and disappointed faces, but he will continue.

"Concessions, we have to make, the dark side, you will have to refrain from approaching, violence, you will have to limit, our outlines, you will have to follow. "Your possessions will belong to you, your emotions are yours and free, you will be free to leave us whenever you want."

Everyone has to make concessions to move forward, Komari nodded in agreement with the Jedi Master's words. This was not insurmountable for her, it required goodwill on both sides and she was ready to give it.

"You could grieve. Time you will have to cry. Master Dooku will be your tutor. »