To Plokoon's misfortune, they could not escape Yaddle's wrath, as she had caught them infiltrating the main infirmary with the help of medical droids.

  The state of Komari's injuries was not worrying, and a few stitches had been blown off. Nothing that the young girl could take, nothing that would put her in danger.

  But that wasn't why she was angry, she was furious at the girl's unconsciousness, she at the padawan's irresponsibility.

  Plo koon waited quietly on his knees face against the wall with his arms raised above his head, he had been maintaining this position for nearly an hour.

  "What went through your mind to tell you that it would be a good idea to drag an initiate into a sword fight with you? What's more, an insider who is still hurt. The Jedi Master scolded as she applied scar tissue to the wounds of the young girl Komari. "And you! Didn't I tell you to make friends? ?.

  Komari grimaced, "Technically, I've made a friend. And if you want to know everything, he is currently facing a wall with his arms above his head. She nodded at Plo Koon.

  "I was hoping you'd make friends among the initiates, not the padawan," Yaddle sighed, "but I guess it's a start."

  "You're not going to tell his master, are you?" Komari tried, but seeing Yaddle's lack of reaction she continued, "He was very considerate, he showed me around the temple, gave me a superb presentation on the history of the order. And with these tips I feel that I have progressed on the mastery of force telekinesis, he has a method of his own that I find corresponds to me more than that of order. ?.

  In front of Komari's big fluorescent green eyes, Yaddle sighed again. She should honestly report the padawan's actions to her master. But as she listened to Komari, she realized that he had been much more open with her than all the Jedi or initiates so far.

  That he took it upon himself to initiate him into the strength and history of the Jedi Order could only be applauded. On the other hand, that he is left the child trains with him in a duel was much less so.

  "Komari, I have a responsibility to communicate this incident to his master. But I don't think he should be punished for that, he couldn't know for your injuries that you behave like a person who doesn't have any. Despite everything, there must be consequences, so I think and I will wait for the answer of his master, that it would be healthy for him to help you integrate into the order so that you can spend time talking. As she said this, she gave Plo Koon a long look, then turned her head.

  Komari lifted the 2 pushes in the air towards his new friend, the latter replied in the same way before returning to stare at the wall being still punished.

  As usual, she did not wait for the wounds to fully heal before leaving the infirmary. She and Plo Koon spent the next week exploring the various intricacies of force bending under the supervision of Master Yaddle and occasionally Master Tyvokka.

  Although she had already seen the great Wookiee in the Jedi High Council Chamber, she had not been able to pay much attention to him.

  So the first time she saw the latter she was impressed by his size, as Plo koon will say she seemed tiny compared to the wookiee of more than two meters.

  Wookiees were large by nature, with a massive morphology accentuated by their thick fur. For her part, having been undernourished all her life, she seemed very tiny in comparison.

  To Plo Koon's astonishment when they met, neither of them spoke, but Komari stood in front of the giants without a word, his eyes planted in the Wookiee's.

  The force was whispering in her head, she was sure of it, he had powers of premonition. However, the voices continued to tell him that the great Wookiee's powers were nothing compared to his own, he had to concentrate to be able to feel the future and the force gave him vague intuitions that could guide him during situations.

  And these visions to come were far too blurry unlike the one she was receiving.

  She considered talking to him about her own visions for a moment to see if he had any advice, but she retained. Her intuition and the voices in her head screamed at her that no one in the Jedi Order should know about these visions or she would never be able to leave these walls again.

  Tyvokka was the complete opposite of his padawan, he was loath to use the Jedi and unlike his padawan he was not modest or polite.

  His very direct attitude more immediately to Komari. She had never seen a Wookiee on Nar Shadda, but she didn't lack knowledge about them.

  Some of it came from her mind, and some of it came from the long hours she'd spent listening to sweeping the weapons room, Balk the Trandoshan boasting that he came from a long line of Wookiee hunters.

  "You're probably the tallest person I've ever seen so far, sir," she said, smiling, her head raised as much as possible to be able to stare at the Wookiee.

  "And you, the messiest initiate I've ever met. Beware of your actions, Komari, for here they will be judged without mercy. Master Tyvokka replied in a particularly deep voice.

  Instead of being worried about the Wookiee's warning, Komari smiled, "Finally Jedi who has the balls to speak frankly, it makes her feel good."

  These words made poor Plo Koon's head turn violently, and he stared at her wide-eyed. Eyes that almost came out of their sockets when his master began to laugh out loud.

  Master Tyvokka proved to be an excellent teacher, as was his young padawan. Komari was astonished to learn that he did not teach the initiated, even though he had much better methods than the few teachers who gave lessons to the initiates.

  In the end, the reason was simple and quite comical in his eyes, the large massive build embellished with the big teeth of the wookiee literally frightened the initiated.

  Taking a step back, she understood that she herself should have been frightened by the mass that was Tyvokka.

  Yes, the Wookiees were scary to most people.

  Perhaps she had seen far too many terrifying things in those few years and through these visions to be impressed by him.

  It turned out that the initiates at this stage of their training did not have a great mastery of the force, they were just discovering the subtleties of it.

  Many of the exercises therefore focused not on the ability to feel the force but on the ability to interact with it.

  Where Komari's abnormal development allowed him to send pushes by force or lift several objects. The one of the initiates allowed them to lift several small objects and to send weak pushes by force.

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  As such, the Wookiee did not make him work on the brutal development of strength, instead he decreed that he had to focus on subtlety and perfect mastery. In addition to the tray full of seeds, Komari had to deal with several exercises that required subtlety.

  One of them was simply called the sliding stone, it had to control its force enough to send a stone back into a small circle to the ground but using enough force during the push so that it would only stick out and stop in the circle.

  A seemingly simple exercise, complex in fact, it required a very good mastery of the impulses of force it gave.

  With Yaddle's consent, Tyvokka set out to initiate him into the sixth form of the Djem-so sword.

  This form included what could be called a jack-of-all-trades or versatile form. A hybrid style taking elements of the main shapes while trying to keep a balance.

  After a few days of practice, she quickly understood that this form was not very suitable for lightsaber combat or the battlefield, it was more suitable for small threats.

  She appreciated it, however, the jack-of-all-trades side and the great versatility of the art which left a lot of room for improvisation, there was also a lot of altitude to incorporate force attacks.

  Even without these visions, she knew deep down that a practitioner of this form was not equipped to face the looming threats. On the other hand, this form could be a gateway to many other forms, more than an art in itself.

  She already saw the possibilities of using two swords in certain movements and some similarities with the art of the Trandoshan staff.

  Komari had enjoyed the time spent with Plo Koon and her master, but at Yaddle's insistence, she could only go her way to her clan.

  After watching them train for several days, she was left with her first opinion.

  Between the contacts she had had with them and the ways in which they interacted, she is too narrow, oblivious, and detached from the realities of the galaxy.

  She understood that it was not their fault, at least in part. They had been raised all their lives in the temple without ever leaving it and without a critical look at what was happening outside.

  Their entire worldview was based on the reality they perceived within the temple.

  When she entered the armoury occupied by her clan once again, she felt their hostility and rejection that she inspired in them.

  Members of the Snake Clan would fight each other or practice drones.

  On this point, Komari must admit that they were much more talented than her. She did not have the reflex to parry the shots of the drones, preferring to avoid them by far.

  It was an instinctive act, partly due to the fact that she knew very well the pain of a blaster shot and that she couldn't forget it for the moment.

  As usual in recent days, she observes the initiates without saying anything, analyzing their movements and behaviors.

  When her instincts informed her that a threat had arrived, she did a pirouette and dodged a drone strike in the process. In her movement she frowned inwardly. The area where it was was not in the axis of the drone fire.

  She quickly understood that the shot had been intentionally deflected towards her, and she confirmed this in front of the disappointed looks and smiles of the novices. "They did it on purpose, those little idiots!" she shouted, inwardly furious at this attack.

  However, she keeps a face devoid of emotion in front of them, waiting for the sequel which would not be long in coming.

  "Sorry, this is an accident," said one of the initiates, waving his hand with a big smile on his face, totally contradicting his excuse. "A blissful accident, Sith," he finally said.

  "Well, you can be an idiot, you're not good with your sword," she sighed, already feeling tired from the immaturity she was facing. If she were a Sith, they would have already killed all.

  "I'm pretty well dressed!" shouted the initiate in a rather high-pitched and uncertain voice.

  She knew that she shouldn't make the situation worse, that it was immature of her. Yet she could not hold back her smile at the initiate's rapid loss of composure.

  She had just discovered that insiders were not used to someone upsetting their ordinary.

  "Express yourself more clearly, I didn't hear very well because you were so high-pitched. And be careful, you risk breaking a window with such a voice. she continued.

  The initiate began to blush as he stammered, and tried to secure his voice so that it would not rise to the high notes.

  "Confront me, Sith!!".

  Komari raised an eyebrow at the initiate's dueling proposal. She knew that she had promised not to fight. But the voice in his head was screaming at him "him and calm down once and for all this bunch of little idiots!!".

  Yes, letting off steam was going to do him good.

  To the encouraging cheers of her comrades, the initiate attacked her without waiting for her to equip her sword.

  She didn't even blame him for the trickery, it would be something she would do herself.

  Her movement was so wide that she could easily dodge it with a step to the side.

  With a quick glance she checked that her own sword was well adjusted to the training so as not to inadvertently cut the initiate.

  The latter tried to deliver two more attacks on her, which fell into the void as she moved.

  There was so much openness in these movements that at first Komari thought he wanted to set a trap for her.

  Dodging another flurry of blows she understood that no, there was just no experience and just repeating katas by heart. Of course, the movements would be good during a presentation, but in fact they were too telegraphed, visible from the first moment.

  While she was thinking about this discovery and she did not respond to his attacks, the initiate gained confidence in himself and accelerated these movements still without managing to touch her.

  Still, facing a novice in the art of fighting was actually a good exercise, she thought. Because they are always full of surprises and energy, so as much to encourage him as to annoy him, she did not try to go faster or stronger than him, even preferring to be slower than him to work on her own flaws.

  On the surface, it gave the impression that she was totally dominated by her opponent's attack. So as a result, his comrades were shouting encouragement at his opponent.

  After another dodge she decided that it was time for her to counterattack, quickly the trend changed still without hurrying she slowly pushed him away.

  He managed to present him with a more than acceptable defense but still full of flaws. She had the opportunity to kill him once but continues to slowly push him back towards the wall.

  In a somewhat desperate gesture, he tried to send her a push of force that only crashed against her without doing anything. Then, panicked, he tried to rush at him by waving his sword.

  She swept his legs with a kick sending him to the ground. As he fell, he dropped his lightsaber and then quickly crawled to try to catch him.

  With her heel she crushed his hand, extracting from him a cry of pain, her sword came to bear before the face of the initiate.

  "You're a cheater!" he exclaimed indignantly, and she replied in the same tone with a cold smile, "No, I'm Komari Vosa!"

  His victory cast a blank followed by an outburst of uncontrolled anger among the clan members present.

  Indifferent to the dark look she was given, she told herself that to make friends it was a failure. To tell the truth, she considered that she had been very magnanimous, her instinct pushed her to be much more violent.

  She could have broken his nose, jaw or teeth with well-placed blows.

  This small event did not really change the dynamic between them and the rest of the clan. She remained the pariah, the only good thing was that no one dared to insult her or even look at her for too long.

  She spent the next hour meditating at a distance from the group, it was in her meditation in the heart of the force that she felt someone approaching her.

  Unlike the other initiates, she did not feel any rejection or disgust emanating from this new presence. The only feelings she could feel were curiosity mixed with hesitation.

  Opening one eye, she could observe a young girl about her age standing in front of her.

  Komari immediately noticed that she had a horizontal scar that blocked her face under her eyes at the level of her nose. She had a particularly white skin with equally white hair similar to hers, her eyes were a particularly cold blue.

  With these few Komari elements more quickly estimating the race to which the girl belonged, she must have been an Echani.

  "Are you Komari, Nar Shadda's daughter?"

  Komari noted that there was hesitation in the girl's voice. Searching through her memory, she couldn't remember ever seeing this girl participate in the activities of the snake clan.

  "It's really me and what can I do for you?"

  "I heard that you defeated Antonius easily," the girl said. Komari nodded, wondering where the conversation would lead.

  The young girl licked her lips, visibly hesitant, and then she pulled herself together.

  "You have a good level at sabre, could you help me improve?" Komari opened her mouth to answer her, but she continued, "It's because I saw that you didn't have a training partner and I'm having a hard time finding one. It must be said that I'm not very accepted among others, a bit like you. ?.

  Komari was surprised by such openness and frankness from the girl she barely knew. This has changed him from the aggressive or contemptuous insiders.

  "I admit that I'm surprised, I'm used to rejection from your classmates."

  The girl scratched her head, "They're stupid and childish. I was in the same situation as yours. I end up believing that they really need a Bata head. In addition, you have a great reputation. ?

  In front of Komari's intrigued face, she explained, "It seems that you are particularly powerful in the force, even if the masters try to keep it to themselves, everyone knows about it. The Council has integrated you despite the protocols and despite your reputation. But above all, everyone says that you killed a lot of people and something would have used the powers of the dark side. ?

  Faced with these explanations, Komari understood somewhat the reasoning of the initiates of his clan and some Jedi. She was an exception within the order because of her exceptional integration and use of the dark side on Nar Shadda.

  The information had filtered to the ears of some people who had then formed their own opinion on the matter.

  Finally Komari nodded his head "I don't have a partner, I have nothing against the idea of helping you but what would I gain from it?" the girl smiled "I'm not bad myself in the blaster fire parade, I saw you hesitate while looking at the drones. So I guess you're struggling in this area. ?.

  Komari he showed a comical grimace, indeed she did not have a great talent and preferred to avoid being shot.

  Without waiting for his answer, the girl continued, "I hope you're not against a friend?" these words surprised Komari who started to giggle before bursting out laughing. After a good three minutes she held out a hand to the girl which he took without hesitation.

  "I am Komari Vosa."

  "Tola Kina nice to meet you."

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