The two girls ate regularly together, the initiates had at their disposal several canteens spread throughout the temple.

  But they had felt that they were not welcome, the other initiates exuded a lot of hostility towards them.

  They had therefore preferred to take their meal to eat further away.

  The choice of place had become a little game between Tola and Komari, they had to take turns choosing a suitable place or a strange place to show to the other.

  This meant that one had to explore the temple to discover interesting places.

  This time it was Tola who had chosen the place, it was a large bay window that illuminated the place with the setting sun of Coruscante.

  In the four months since Komari began training with the masters, they had taken turns choosing an imaginative place or eat.

  Tola having spent much more time than Komari in the temple, she knew many more surprising places than her friend.

  When she opened her bento box, she noticed that since she had known Komari, she had only eaten Arian survival rations or freeze-dried soups.

  "Why do you eat this kind of food? However, there are plenty of dishes available in the canteen. She asked, pointing to the freeze-dried soup her friend was drinking.

  The latter had an indigestible appearance, between smelly porridge and the remains of an old toilet bowl, all mixed by a cook who surely did not know what he was doing.

  Komari looked longingly at Tola's meal before returning to his meal with a comical grimace.

  "Having eaten shit all my life, my digestive system is currently not used to food as rich as that of order. As a result, everything that is too rich comes out in one way or another and I am still condemned to eat this stuff while my system adapts. She growled, disappointed, swallowing a bite.

  In addition to soup, Tola had already seen him nibble on some of the roots that Master Yaddle consumed or drink the foul tea that Master Yoda and Yaddle drank.

  Every time the latter began to chew on the roots, she gave the impression that she was being forced to eat something particularly vile.

  However, despite Komari's disgust, the latter continued to chew on her roots, drink her tea and soup day after day.

  Out of curiosity, Tola took a piece of her friend's food and tasted it, almost immediately she retched and grimaced that even her stoic air could not control.

  She had to drink several glasses of water so that the ignoble taste of the soup could pass her and she could finally articulate.

  "It's really despicable, I don't know how you put up with it?" She said before happily taking a slice of her own dish, "That's good!! It's a shame you can't eat it, do you want it? Oh no, am I stupid, you can't eat," she mocked Komari mercilessly.

  The latter accepted the mockery with a smile, the presence of her friend did her good because she realized that without Tola or Plokoon she would certainly have been depressed.

  Despite the advice of Master Yoda and Windu that she should ignore the hostility of the initiates and other Jedi, she found it difficult.

  Constant hostility, even if ignored, could be tiring or burdensome for morale. And if at first she had succeeded without difficulty, she now found that it was starting to eat away at her.

  She had a lot of trouble adjusting to the temple. It lacked all the little noises of the lower levels of Nar shadda as well as all the little smells that reminded you of home.

  The purr of the vents carrying into the air, the water flowing through the pipes, the repeated routing of the mechanisms, all this was missed.

  Even the atmosphere made her depressed, until now she had been used to a hot and sticky atmosphere, a tropical weather stifling with its humidity eating away at the walls and structures.

  The atmosphere of the temple was regulated by the ventilation, it was always mild, never too hot, never too cold, never too dry, never too humid.

  The temple seemed too clean to her, too quiet instead of calming her, this situation put her on constant alert, only the gardens managed to lavish her with the necessary serenity.

  Even her bed didn't suit her, it was way too soft, she had gotten into the habit of sleeping on the floor on the floor. And he found it almost strange the absence of rats nibbling on his toes, or the absence of cockroaches and other parasites on the walls.

  The rules of order as well as the solemn atmosphere of the temple slowly began to suffocate her, she wanted to go out. No, she needed to go out, to get some fresh air, to escape this stifling atmosphere or else she was going to cause carnage.

  She was certain that without the regular and intense training that Windu and Yoda gave her, she would have fallen into depression. Their training had occupied her for the majority of her time, regularly leaving her exhausted with no energy to think.

  But yet a small part of her reasoned and told her that she needed to escape, if only for a moment, from this heavy and suffocating atmosphere.

  She needed to visit Coruscante, needed to smell its air, to feel the heart of this world city beating. The need to mingle with the crowd, to ignore and be ignored, to feel the indifference of the people and not their hostility.

  And on another level, Komari also needed to find a place to transfer all of the senator's bank accounts to more appropriate locations, away from the Jedi's eyes.

  Unfortunately for her, the order did not allow initiates to leave the temple or explore the city, even accompanied by a Jedi.

  From what she had heard, this policy was intended to " protect" them from the outside. Personally, she thought that this policy was aimed at isolating them and formatting them according to the will of the order, far from any interference or counter-discourse. But perhaps it was his paranoia that spoke.

  After a very long reflection and introspection of two standard minutes, Komari made the decision to make the wall.

  Her explorations of the temple had allowed her to discover certain flaws that she had not yet shared with others.

  It turned out that, like any large building, the temple had service entrances. These were very useful to allow food, there are various temple necessities to enter.

  She was certain that if Windu found out that she was building the wall, she might pay a very, very high price. But imagine the tense face of her favorite bald man had only reinforced her desire to leave the temple. In any case, he didn't have any more hair to pull out.

  It took almost no effort for him to slip out of his room into the night and then down avoiding the guards to one of his entrances.

  The security was less as expected, she had previously spotted the routine, the security. The guards at this service entrance used to watch a holonovella every night while eating a wriggling dish of worms that made her hungry.

  It was without difficulty that she slipped out of the temple, still having a little alarmed thought about the lack of professionalism shown by the security.

  If even an initiate could walk out undetected, then any more qualified or dangerous could enter.

  It was with delight that she breathed the air of the galactic capital that was just as polluted as she liked. It was a complex mix that confirmed that you were indeed in the center of a world city.

  "Ah Coruscante, here I am!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her only answer being the howl of a speeder passing nearby.

  She quickly left the area around the temple to blend in with the mass of the population without attracting attention. As the center of the Coruscante galaxy, Coruscante was home to an unimaginable variety of species that came and went, even Nar Shadda seemed tiny in comparison.

  In the sky the streams of ships and space shuttles came and went, forming a dance network and flow that carried life the blood of Coruscante.

  Delighted to find herself in such a place, she could not resist her old habits and relieved many wealthy-looking passers-by of their money, not that she needed money with what she had extracted from the senator, but reflexes are hard to lose.

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  As much as the upper levels of Coruscante shone brightly with towers piercing the sky and endless gilding, you might even think that all was well on this planet.

  As much as the lower levels reflected the rot of the galaxy's center, they were a sign that something was wrong.

  After only three or four levels passed, Komari came across levels that looked and looked similar to the middle level of Nar Shadda, which was home to the poor. Oh they were not comparable to the lower levels where she had experienced it, which did not shelter a poor population but the remains, the less than nothing.

  Yet she was astonished to see such poverty so high in the planet's levels.

  Yet it was in the filth that she hoped to find what she was looking for, on the way she bought herself a full-face mask with stolen credits. She wanted to hide her age, her identity and also her very particular eyes, she had met the eyes of some passers-by who were surprised by the sparkle of her eyes.

  After several detours and several failures she finally found the object of her quest, it was a currency exchange office where she could make the transfers of the stolen money without leaving a trace in the galactic banking system.

  She had listened enough to the mercenaries and other traffickers who were training in the weapons rooms to understand how to launder her money and make her invisible to anyone.

  She wanted to keep her resources on hand and avoid any interference from the Jedi. Outside, the living room seemed decrepit but its interior told a completely different story, it was richly decorated with velvet and quality materials.

  The broker in front of her desk was a well-dressed Pike, she could see and feel his surprise and hesitation at the amount of credit they had asked him to launder.

  "But a customer is a hell of a lot of money you have there. Fifteen million credits is not an easily manageable sum for our institution. ?

  She felt his gaze try to assess her.

  "If you can't process my request, I'll just go somewhere else," she replied, grabbing the key and pretending to leave.

  "Wait, wait, I didn't say I refused, just that it will be difficult," the broker caught himself, slightly worried about the departure of a potential client.

  Komari smiled through his mask, nothing better than putting pressure on to get results... and this without violence. Windu would be proud of her... to think about it, not at all.

  "I can indeed process your money without leaving a trace in the banking system, through many financial arrangements I can place it in ghost accounts that even the Hutts will not be able to touch," he declared smugly.

  "But because there is always a but."

  "But I can't deal with fifteen million at once, the sum is too large to go unnoticed. On the other hand, what I can do with these treaties is the sum in tranches of two million, and if we want to be prudent, spread the treatment over a period of six months to a year. ?

  "And how could I invest in companies get market share with this money?" she asks cautiously.

  "It's simple, you just have to open bogus companies or investment fund fronts and then invest where you want. You can even borrow money from a phony company you've set up and get capital gains from banks on your loan. If you want to hold large shares in certain companies, I advise you to do so via shell companies and various investment companies. ?

  The broker kept talking about the various methods of money laundering and circumventing financial controls, there was a real passion in his voice, a true love of financial manipulation.

  In front of Komari he drew up a chart of the thousand and one ways to play with the banking financial system, it was a whole ecosystem that until now had eluded him.

  The meagre resources she had on Nar Shadda didn't even allow her to approach this kind of place, but with the mentality that money shouldn't sleep for nothing, she had decided who would be profitable for her to invest.

  Komari decided to launder most of his money, minus the percentage the broker took and less for the creation of the company and its current activities. The transfer costs were not cheap, but inevitable, which made the poor heart of the green-eyed girl cry.

  These investment targets were companies such as Cornelia Corporation, icon corpo, Nubian disigne, blastech, Buktaid, they were all companies manufacturing weapons or military vehicles, in short, safe bets.

  She didn't intend to use this money anytime soon, for her it was an insurance in case her relationship with the Jedi Order would be cut short.

  Honestly, she wouldn't know what to do with all this money, until now she had barely had enough to feed herself.

  She had stolen all this in order to give her family a new life, and now that money was as empty as her heart.

  The Pike continued to talk about the various possibilities of investing in more or less legal companies, she looked at the shadows behind him where the whispers of the ghosts of her family hidden, they did not seem to judge her for her theft. He just stood there and watched him.

  She turned away from it to focus on the Pike who listed the number of insurances taken out by her employers about the treatment and the guarantee of getting her money back minus a percentage.

  When she came out of the brokerage house Komari was rich without it having changed anything, she understood at that moment the futility of money when you don't care about it.

  To take her mind off things, she decided to wander around the city, to visit the lively districts of Coruscante.

  On her way back to the upper level, near the beautiful neighborhoods, she walked observing the Galactic Senate that was taking shape not far away on the horizon. Immersed in these reflections she heard a scream, something in her pushed her to observe what was happening.

  "Thief thief!!" shouted a young man as he ran behind what must have been the thief, the action took place on a pedestrian crossing ten meters below the one where she was.

  Having no desire to intervene she continued to observe, she herself was a thief and she could tell that there was still a little honor among thieves. But something bothered her: the voice that was screaming was that of a fairly young person, and the thief seemed very imposing to her.

  A thief worthy of the name had to fly harder than him, never weaker than him, that's what he had been taught, not sure it was a good teaching but she did.

  And something about the force told her that she had to intervene, she didn't like it when the force told her what to do.

  As she watched the thief, he turned around armed with what must have been a blaster pistol, opened fire on his pursuer and narrowly missed him.

  "Shit!!" she growled out loud as she stepped over the parapet and threw herself into the void.

  A part of her was mortifying that Jedi ideals were beginning to take root in her. She began to help others without compensation. A real scandal she thought.

  The fall was brief, and she struck the thief's back with her feet together. The speed of the fall was enough to break his shoulder, he let out a scream as he crashed to the ground and dropped his weapon.

  Komari to cushion his fall rolled around, turning around she saw the thief writhing in pain and his victim coming up to their level.

  She picked up the object of the robbery that had been dropped by the thief, it was a very pretty diamond necklace, ... No, really, this thief had good taste. Komari understood this, but it was no reason to pull out a gun.

  A part of her was even hesitant to take it but she could already imagine Windu's angry face and reluctantly gave up on this project.

  The young man who had chased the thief was totally out of breath, exhausted from his chase. He tried to say a word but only a faint sound came out of him while his legs were shaking, visibly unused to being so solicited.

  "Catch your breath, it's not going anywhere," she reassured him, and with those words, he dropped to the ground, nodding his head and trying to catch his breath.

  According to these clothes he must have come from a rich family, which would not give him more than 15 or 16 years of age. Strangely enough, her face told her something, she was sure that she had seen it in her visions or in her nightmares.

  "Thank you very much, my name is Bail Organa, it seems that I owe you a debt," he finally managed to say.

  He pointed at the thief, which was very rude, she thought, "this guy ripped off my mother's necklace."

  Komari could finally figure out where she had seen before, she had seen him in her visions, he would be a senator in the future and king of Alderaan.

  She knew that he would die as a result of his opposition to the power of the Sith and their empire, but that part remained very vague in her mind.

  "I'm Komari," she introduced herself, then she pointed to the thief "and what would you have done if you had caught him in your state?" she pointed to Bail's visible shortness of breath which drew a grimace from her.

  "I admit that I didn't think so far. I just acted. ?

  Komari crushed the thief's hand with his heel as the thief tried to pick up his Blaster pistol.

  "If you move again, I'll throw you overboard!" she threatened him in a calm voice before returning to Bail, "It was indeed silly, but also brave of you, I don't think I would have done better," she confessed, thinking back to what she could have done if someone had stolen from her mother. Looking back, she would surely have done worse, much worse.

  While he was talking, several shuttles stopped at their level, immediately several men from the Organa family's security service arrived, weapons in hand. On Bail Organa's instructions, they began to subdue the thief while keeping a watchful eye on Komari who stepped aside to let it happen.

  Quickly a shuttle much more luxurious than the others stopped at their level, a woman of great beauty got off accompanied by a man who looked very much like Bail.

  "Mother!" exclaimed the latter before taking a resounding slap, which drew a grimace of sympathy from Komari.

  "Do you realize what you have done!?" screamed Bail's mother, giving her a slap "Running after a common thief, all for a simple jewel, you could have been killed!" and then she will be his son against her.

  Komari waited patiently before intervening with a sense of timing "it was indeed extremely dangerous and idiotic," she added to drive the point home.

  Bail's mother glared at her son, who smiled sheepishly.

  He moved away from his mother to avoid another slap "mother, father, let me introduce you to Komari who jumped from the upper bridge to help me."

  All eyes were on the footbridge ten meters higher and Bail's father whistled.

  "It's a hell of a fall, you have nothing?"

  "Oh no problem sir, your son looked like he was at the end of his life he was lucky that the thief was a bad shooter."

  At the moment she said this, she could feel the scrutinizing gaze of Bail's mother. The latter took a few steps in her direction before stopping and continuing to look at her.

  "Thank you, but it's strange to know that a child rather than a child and jumping from such a height was risky. I want to thank you for your help young lady. ?

  Komari managed to control her surprise, she didn't know why or how the latter had understood that she was a child and a girl.

  Nothing in his paraphernalia could identify his sex or age, many species were his size.

  Strangely enough, she couldn't escape the woman's gaze, and after some reflection she took off her mask.

  Of course, those strange eyes immediately drew his gaze, as his father seemed astonished by the glow they gave off. Again, strangely, there was no surprise, as if she knew her look was special.

  Maybe it was her young age, but the Organas were immediately very warm towards her. Bail's father nodded at her and offered to take her back to her parents' house to thank them for her act.

  "I'd rather avoid thanks," she politely refused in this kind act. But that was without counting on the bail with the sharp tongue.

  "Did you run away? You need help?! Without waiting for his answer, he turned to his parents: "Father, mother, we must help him!" ?.

  She tried to refute the lease's claims, although deep down he wasn't wrong, she had made the wall at the Jedi Order.

  Yet he and her father didn't want to give up, they wanted to help her in some way whether she wanted to or not. To tell the truth, they didn't really listen to him.

  They were damn uncompromising men of honor she thought as she rolled her eyes, she was both surprised by such attention and extremely embarrassed, it was almost suffocating.

  In the end, it was the intervention, the only person of common sense in the group, who freed her from their attention.

  "Boys, that's enough! Let me talk to her and go take care of this thief. Bail's mother ordered. And under his intense gaze the father and son obeyed without a word.

  "Excuse boys, they can be intense at times. Let me introduce myself, I'm Mazicia Organa and I want to thank you for your intervention. My son has a good heart but he ignores a good part of the reality of the galaxy and its brutality. She said, looking at him with inquisitive eyes. Komari didn't know why, but she felt a mixture of sympathy and pity in his eyes.

  "We have the same look, you and I. We know this reality. ?