Her steps lead her through the corridors of the temple, to the weapons rooms usually used by masters or padawan who wanted to have privacy in their training.

  At the bend of one of these weapons rooms she saw a large Kel dor which still wore the plaid of padawan.

  She recognized him as a student of the Tyvokka master, Plo koon. Even though he was still a padawan, his movements were those of a master of the Djem-so, there was a grace and a fascinating fluidity in his strokes. However, he always kept his movements seemingly simple, Komari almost managed to discern the latter's imaginary opponent.

  "Is the audience won over?" asked Plo koon, interrupting her training to turn to her. She could feel his astonishment at his presence.

  "Totally, it's a superb demonstration even if I don't think I understood everything. I hope I didn't bother. She replied, nodding at him.

  The latter waved his hand, "Everything is fine young Komari, even if I admit that you have a particularly striking look, it's like being watched by a predator."

  She smiled embarrassedly, "I apologize."

  "So young Komari, are you the protector of Master Dooku and the newcomer to our order?" she nodded, If even the initiates knew who she was, it was no wonder that the padawan of one of the council members knew it too. What was surprising to her was that he did not give off any aggressiveness towards her or rejection.

  Yet her master should have informed her of what she had done.

  "Komari Vosa at your service," she said, bowing comically.

  "Plo koon at your service," he said, making them both laugh.

  "You already have quite a reputation at your age. Not that I give much priority to rumors. ?.

  She raised her eyebrows, forcing him to explain herself.

  "My own owner thinks I'm too impulsive, it took a long time but I finally found my way."

  "Thank you for not judging me, it changes my usual hostile look." he nodded before thinking something "but you shouldn't be with your clan?"

  "Yaddle asked me to make friends among the initiates and the order. But I admit to having trouble with those my age. She frowned slightly as she thought back to Yaddle's request that she still hadn't honored. Then she flashed a stroke of genius and looked at the Kel dor that had just left the training ground in the weapons room.

  "May I count you among my friends?" she asked, smiling and sincerely. The voices in her head, the visions she had had of the force, made it clear to her that he was a good one, no one even among the members of the order, a person who would not judge her without reason.

  Plo koon looked at her in astonishment before bursting out laughing.

  "Let's be friends, young Vosa," he finally replied, holding out his hand.

  They finally left the art room and he took her to visit the temple, until now she had only had the opportunity to visit the level of initiates as well as the infirmary. Plo koon's company saved her from many dark looks and the rare ones she received hard to face her new friend.

  She was able to discover the temple gardens as well as the hanging balconies, it was the first time she had seen plants other than mushrooms. There was something peaceful about the temple grounds, a far cry from the kind of solemn calm that haunted the temple corridors. No, it was something pleasant, sweet and sincere to her.

  The air was so pure and the place so quiet that she felt like she was dreaming, even the whispers had started to stop.

  The balconies were very impressive, she could see as far as the eye could see the world city of Coruscante expanding and expanding without ever stopping.

  The sun that shone was painful for her, her eyes having tolerated the darkness of the lower levels more, it was not yet adapted to such a light.

  But by passing her hand to hide the sun, she could see between the sun's rays the immense structure that was the Senate of the Republic. The sight of the arrogant building immediately cooled the joy she had felt after her visit to the gardens.

  "Impressive, isn't it. It is the beating heart of the Republic, the great galactic Senate. Plo koon said as he came to his side.

  "A rotten heart, if you will, in my opinion, that carries infested blood to the four corners of the galaxy. I fear that I am not very receptive to the idea of a Republic. Komari's voice had grown cold, she felt within herself the disgust she felt for this incarnation of a debilitating Republic.

  She felt her new friend hesitate to speak, "if you want to say something, say it, I'm ready to hear it."

  "So I'll be honest, I know what happened to you. And I know that people like you, who have suffered, who have lived on the margins of the Republic, have good reason to be angry with him. But I will ask you only one thing, try. ?

  She turned to him in astonishment, "Try it?"

  "Yes, try. Try to forgive. Try to take a step back, try to give him a chance. ?

  Plo koon's calm tone had the effect of calming his ardor, tempering his anger. She closed her eyes and inhaled and then exhaled, relegating her anger to a small corner of her head. She felt deep down that he was right.

  If she wanted to move forward, she had to take a step back and accept things that before would have seemed inconceivable to her.

  He invited them to continue their visit. During their journey he gave him a lecture on the history of the temple as well as the changes that had shaken these walls for millennia.

  In a voice devoid of passion, he told her of the great schisms that saw many Jedi separate from the order for reasons of our theological or political differences.

  The Great Hyperspace War that saw the Jedi and the Sith clash for the first time, The Mandalorian War against the Republic that saw the Jedi order hide in neutrality.

  The emergence of Revan and Malak followed by many Jedi who nearly destroyed the order.

  The emergence of the new Sith Empire, which nearly decapitated the Jedi Order and the Republic, followed by a Cold War between the two blocs.

  The Great Battle of Ruusan, where the Sith were defeated and annihilated by the Jedi who were then united in what they called the Army of Light. At this time she understood that the order was in total control of the Republic, the Grand Master being the supreme chancellor.

  She knew from her visions that the Sith were not annihilated as Ploo kon claimed and that they had become part of the Republic.

  Russan's reforms marked the return of civilian power within the Republic but also the slow decline of the latter as well as that of order. But that was his own thoughts.

  Plo koon's almost mechanical speech made Komari say that Master Tyvokka must have demanded a presentation from a young Plo koon who was still traumatized to this day.

  But although devoid of energy, this presentation of the history of the Order of the Republic was very useful to him. The documentation she had access to within the temple was more than limited because of her status as an initiate.

  She couldn't find any documents about the Jedi schism or the rise of Revan.

  In a sense, she understood that the order did not want these insiders to be disturbed or thought that there were other ways to follow than what the Council imposed.

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  Plokoon's opinion of Ruusan's reforms was also very instructive, although Ruusan supported the Republic. He believed that its dependence on the Senate had ultimately made it a political tool in the service of various interests, despite the apolitical claims made by the order.

  Komari asked her if she could borrow his padawan accreditation while he was at the Jedi Temple to access readings that would usually be forbidden to him. The latter did not hesitate for a second to accept, she even offered to help him master the esoteric arts of strength.

  He revealed that at his age he had begun to seek knowledge beyond his level of accreditation and to do so he had copied the accreditation of a Jedi Knight who was regularly on missions.

  In his eyes, the Padawan and Initiate needed to be better prepared to face the realities of the galaxy, but that this preparation required a greater understanding of the global history of the galaxy.

  She already mastered telekinesis without any problem, which for an insider was surprising, but her level was not legal to that of her friend who had the way to make things fly.

  "My young friend, traditional methods will never suit you, you are too much..." you. he said, pointing to her. She looked to the right and to the left, then frowned.

  "Hey, it's me you're designing." but his greatest misfortune he nodded.

  "Too chaotic, we'll try another method." he presented him with a tub "In this tub filled with white seeds there is a special seed, it's green. Your job is to identify it by force and take only this grain out of the bin. ?.

  Komari looked at him with wide eyes before staring at the bin and then coming back to him and doing this gesture several times. She rolled her eyes.

  "Name of a Hutt, but how do you expect me to do that?"

  "You have a lot of control over brute force, but if you want to be effective you have to be precise, that's the key to mastery. With a skill like yours, you can lift a ship, but if you're precise, you can simply use the force to dislodge a critical part of the ship to achieve the same result. ?.

  As he spoke, he led out of the bin in a large green color.

  "Cool like that, if I want to kill someone, I don't have to throw a blast of force in their face, but I can just crush their heart," she nodded, earning her a horrified look from Plo koon, "calm down, just kidding..." ?.

  She tried the exercise, closing her eyes to forcefully probe the bin full of grains, she grimaced comically not being able to visualize the good grain among them all. Even she couldn't tell it apart from each other, they were currently a raw form that she couldn't detail.

  "Don't worry, you'll get there in time.... It simply took me 15 years. ?

  Even though she considered herself patient, the exercise pushed her to its limits and she decided not to get upset to stop there.

  Having to practice Form I like all padawan, she asked Plo koon if he would agree to train with her.

  The initiates' training regularly consisted of performing various movements in the void and then practicing them with a comrade. Everyone was normally able to identify the weaknesses of their comrade and help them remedy them.

  For this, the initiates all had a training lightsaber that only had the ability to stun, all except Komari who had still not received his.

  It was again Plo koon who remedied it, he went to his room to get his own padawan lightsaber. Unlike a training lightsaber, the weapon that entrusted it you can actually kill.

  It was his first sword built when he was a padawan, having become too small for him he was ready to bequeath it to Komari.

  He had customized the sword whose handle was made of Kashyyyk wood, the blade was made of a glass that blended into Komari's eyes.

  Having her first lightsaber, she felt a childlike joy in front of the blade that crackled in front of her face. His milling in the void without any purpose greatly amusing the Kel dor who understood his state of mind without difficulty and having done the same thing with his first lightsaber.

  He let her play with the sword for a few minutes before calling her to order by lighting his own sword.

  "Well and if we start."

  Mace Windu was facing Yaddle, who had called her to discuss her recent findings from Komari's analyses.

  The bald master read the report silently, the more he read the more she could see his eyebrows furrowed. He sighed as he enclosed the report she had confided.

  "She's not human?" he repeated in astonishment.

  "Absolutely not, it has the appearance and features of its DNA and not identifiable by our files. None of our databases has ever listed similar DNA. Yaddle confirmed to him, pouring him a cup of tea.

  "And I can certify that its life expectancy must be similar or even greater than that of my species," she continued in the same tone.

  At these words the stoic Windu widened his eyes with astonishment and amazement. He took a sip of tea before wincing at the taste, which reminded Yaddle of Komari's grimace at the same tea.

  Although the known galaxy is vast and populated by many, many species, the majority of them had a standard life expectancy. It was very rare to find species with a longevity similar to that of Yaddle and Yoda's breed.

  "That's not all, by analyzing these muscles and bones I made a discovery. Until now, she has lived undernourished, which has an impact on them. However, they are much more developed than those of humans, I believe that it will gain a much more impressive strength than its mass suggests... ?

  "You mean that not only is she powerful in strength but that her physical strength will grow. As if that wasn't already enough. The Jedi Master complained. "And for his resistance to pain?"

  The latter remains normal. ?

  "So his ability to take pain comes from his mind. Interesting. ?

  "If his ability then which is pain remains normal, on the other hand his regenerative capacities are frightening. I had never seen that with my own eyes. And I think that since she was malnourished and seriously injured, this kind of regeneration will take much less time in the future. In my opinion, it is much closer to the Gen'Dai than anything else on this point, except that these tissue and molecular structures are very different. ?

  Windu's eyes stared into Yaddle's, who could sense a hint of fear about the future. The Gen'Dai And being a species little known to the general public, even the Jedi had little information about them. What he did know, however, was that their formidable regenerative capacity made them terrifying warriors. The number of Jedi who died forced a Gen'dai to count. The last of this species to be identified was named Durge, he had participated in the new Sith Wars before disappearing several centuries ago following his assassination of the Mandalor.

  "Is she aware of this report?"

  "Of course, she was the first to know about it, although she hasn't read it yet. She asked me to make it accessible only to life members of the Council. Yaddle nods as he pours him another cup of tea.

  "And you accepted? Without notifying the Council? For what reason. The Jedi Master wondered with reproaches in his voice. The dark gaze of the little Jedi mistress made him flinch, since he had arrived at the temple he had never seen Master Yaddle have this kind of look with anyone.

  The young padawan reappeared, deep down, and he lowered his head embarrassed.

  "I understand your astonishment, but Komari remains the sole master of his body and the information it contains. Neither the Council, nor even the Senate, nor any power, and I intend to be clear on that. She replied in a calm voice whose anger he could perceive.

  "So why did you share this information with me? I am not a life member of the Jedi Council as far as I know. And I remind you that I opposed its integration. ?

  "Simply because she allowed me to tell you about it, and I was informed by Master Dooku that you had agreed to take her in to train her in the sword for the duration of her absence. I must admit that I was surprised and delighted by your reconciliation. ?

  It was no mystery to anyone that the two Jedi Masters who had once been very good friends now had many differences of opinion. Windu's appointment to the Council had sealed their dispute and definitively distanced them.

  In reality, if Windu had accepted his old friend's request, it was mainly to keep an eye on Komari, whom he distrusted.

  He still didn't understand why long-held masters such as Yoda, Yaddle, and Tyvokka had chosen to support Komari's integration into the Jedi order.

  He didn't see what Komari had to do for them.

  The prophecy? In no way was it a sufficient element although it ticks the boxes. Out of sympathy? Again, this was not a sufficient reason, nor was Dooku's support.

  Then he asked the only question he could ask.

  "Why?"

  The Jedi Master didn't answer, keeping her eyes on her cup of tea that was heating in her hands. It was long minutes before she spoke.

  "Each of us has our reasons. I'm afraid that Master Tyvokka saw part of his future, I think Dooku saw an image of him, he who sees the galaxy through the suffering of his people. Master Yoda saw the past, a time when some of the greatest Jedi came from different backgrounds. As for me.... I saw a child covered in blood, driven mad by pain and grief but clinging to a tiny part of humanity so as not to tip over entirely. I saw behind his aplomb the suffering but also the strength. I saw darkness but also light. ?.

  She quietly drank her tea, deep down it was not for the order or the good of the galaxy, or even for the strength that she wanted to protect this child.

  It was simply to protect a child, a child who had lost his innocence and perhaps his joy of life but a child she had sworn to protect.

  She thought back with a shudder to his relentless will at the moment to eliminate all traces of the dark side, even if that trace was a child.

  Was the light worth killing a child? Oh, she will always fight the dark side, but she swore to herself after this event on Nar Shadda to temper these acts in the face of situations that could turn out to be much more complex than appearances suggest.

  Komari didn't really like the one form in her orthodox way, she much preferred the unorthodox way she had been taught in the weapons rooms of Nar Shadda.

  Yet having Plo koon as a personal instructor was very rewarding, there was a world between the art of the Jedi sword and the rest. Force made it possible to do things that would otherwise be impossible.

  She was surprised at how quickly a Jedi could deal blows, she had seen Dooku decapitate Zolan with a movement almost imperceptible to the untrained eye. Until now, the latter was probably the fastest Jedi she had ever seen, with Plo-koon registering right behind him.

  He didn't try to explain to her in words the movements she had to perform, he preferred to let her face him. Komari was delighted to finally have an opponent to test without a lightsaber but above all to exchange blows with.

  She still felt pain in her body but preferred to ignore it in order to chain movements that were ever faster and more complex.

  On her planet, she had been very discreet about the use of force during her training, considering on the one hand that it was necessary to know how to do without force as one would do without a tool. And on the other hand, that the risk was not worth the candle.

  But faced with a Jedi such as Plo-koon, she could finally let go. The latter intercepted the majority of the costs she bore him and sought to dodge what he did not think he could stop.

  From time to time a counter-attack to the point of pushing into a defensive position, which forced him to work on a much more active defense than against a normal opponent.

  As their exchange progressed, she finally felt alive again, slowly a smile began to appear on her face.

  Lost in her little world she did not see him dodged, his blow landed in the void destabilizing her and without effort he made her fall to the ground.

  "Well, you're full of surprises, my friend. I never thought I'd have to fight for so long against an insider. He exclaimed, holding out a helping hand.

  She got up with difficulty, it seemed that she was too forced during these dodges and that one of the wounds on one of her flanks had reopened.

  "Still, I ate the carpet several times and you held back your blows," she snorted, slightly displeased.

  "Excuse me, but I didn't expect such an opponent and I didn't think your body was fully recovered. Considering the blood flowing from your side, I was right on this point but you can be proud. ?.

  "You used makashi moves, didn't you?" she asked him, having perceived some similarities at a few points in their exchanges. The latter nodded his head.

  "I'm far from having the level of a master, but I find makashi to be a pleasant form. It is the best way to face an enemy similar to oneself, and it is a form that requires attention and a special mastery excellent for concentration. ?

  "If you reduce this to a new method of concentration, I'm afraid that Dooku, if he hears you, will make you see green and not ripe."

  At these words, Kel dor made what she guessed was a grimace, and then he rubbed his head.

  "Between us, how do you manage not to be afraid of him? All padawans and initiates fear it. He shuddered at his words. "And you just call him Dooku," he shook his head, visibly dismayed by the girl's lack of respect and recklessness.

  Komari shrugged, "I don't understand why you're afraid of him. He may be stern but never mean. You should fear Yaya more when she sees how you managed to hurt me. Oh you horrible monster, you didn't even have pity on a child boo ooh ooh. She took on the position of a victim regardless of her wounded rib. This drew a sneer from the Kel dor who quickly regained awareness of the storm that was about to fall on him.

  Even though she was the one who had injured herself while forcing herself despite her condition, he was a padawan, he was older than her and was responsible for it.

  "Oh, you don't want anyone to say a word to Master Tyvokka. Or he might have the idea of asking you for a presentation on the responsibility of the padawan towards the youngest initiates. She continued, limping towards the exit of the training room.

  "Wouldn't you dare? Don't do that, you monster. Plo koon shouted at her as he ran to catch her.