When she opened her eyes, she didn't know where she was or who she was, all she knew was that she was a very young child, a baby but she was well aware of her surroundings.

  The girl holding her was not her mother, but one of the orphans from the slums who had picked her up from the street and was doing her best to take care of her.

  Her name was Mila Vosa and she was only 12 years old, but she had decided to take the risk of taking care of a child. Mila had named the child Komari Vosa, this name sounded strange to the child because Komari Vosa was the name of an apprentice of Jedi Master Dooku.

  How did she know? A series of lightning bolts, a strange mixture of dreams, memories or prophecies, struck her without her understanding their origin.

  She didn't feel like she had a previous life and yet she had a lot of knowledge about a world that didn't exist and about the future of her illness.

  She was Komari without really being Komari. True, Komari, about a month old, on all fours in a makeshift crib in a dilapidated slum shack, hidden between several networks of pipes, got up as best she could and then reached for a half-eaten cereal bar.

  Nothing happened, the cereal bar didn't move a millimetre.

  Komari made several equally unsuccessful attempts, but she didn't let it get her down and tried again for several hours. Her frustration grew but she didn't let it get her down, it was certainly not easy to control the force.

  If she stuck to what her memories or dreams told her, she had to empty herself and feel the strength, so Komari closed her eyes to try to perceive the force.

  She felt it, it was like a flood that surrounded everything, like feeling the wind blowing in your hair, in your neck.

  The cereal bar flew gently into her hand, she was proud, she had succeeded and could enjoy herself despite her lack of teeth.

  Komari didn't really understand her situation in this world and despite her efforts, her mind was regularly parasitized by her childlike reflexes over which she had no control.

  She hated not having control over her basic needs, pooping, sleeping and eating, even if she managed to stand on all fours or get up from time to time. When her body or mind was too tired, she would start crying without being able to stop until her mother took her in her arms to rock her.

  She didn't understand why, but being in her mother's arms was a real joy, a hot pig where she could forget everything.

  "You're really not normal." Mila noticed, catching her trying to leave the makeshift crib to find something to eat when she was only a few months old.

  Komari looked at his mother from the top of the crib before slowly walking back down, muttering indignantly "bahbha bah".

  She was grabbed by her mother's hands who snuggled her against her

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  "If you're that energetic, let's go for a walk around town."

  It was the first time her mother had taken her out of the house, the streets of the base town were dirty, plunged into perpetual darkness illuminated on rare occasions by the artificial glow of crackling neon lights.

  The walls oozed dirt and decay, accentuated by the sweltering tropical climate that inhabited the planet. The exposed pipes would release jets of steam and other toxic fumes.

  The smell there was a mixture of sewage dump, toxic steam, and decomposing bodies. But if a life developed abundantly with markets and stalls, Komari observed with interest the exchange of survival rations for scrap metal of all kinds.

  She noticed both criminals and honest people from the top of her adoptive mother's arms. Their world was located, from what she understood, in Hutt space, it was Nar-Shaddaa, the capital of the Hutt and a city of crime, one of the great cities in the galaxy where everything could be sold and found.

  The place where she lived was just one of thousands of slums dominated by the gigantic Hutt towers, it was so insignificant that their area had no name. Deep in thought, Komari finally noticed that her mother was shaking and speaking in a frightening voice to two individuals she couldn't see.

  "Silence, dirty, if I tell you to undress, you will undress." roars the first one in an aggressive voice.

  "You're one, you should be used to it," said the second voice with a hint of sadism.

  "Hurry up or your child will be the one to serve as our ............. ?.

  "Lose yourselves, you sick people!" cried his mother in a trembling voice, still trembling. Komari may have been just a baby and had no blood relationship to Mila, but she was still his mother.

  They dared to threaten his mother?! Komari's inner voice roared as she felt a boiling rage rise within her. She felt the force boil with her like a furious wind, a blow throwing her mother to the ground.

  Komari came across a pile of garbage, she heard Mila's screams as the two men tore her clothes. She managed to sit up and saw one of them undo his pants with a smile on his face.

  Fury took hold of her again, carried away by her anger, her hand went up, her little point began to close. She heard the buzzing of blood pounding her times, as well as a strange sensation like the memory of a pleasant sensation.

  The two men put their hands to their throats, surprised by the pressure exerted. Komari raised her hand higher, guided by the flood of forces she felt, she felt their fear, their terror as she had felt their sadistic pleasure.

  His fist closed, their necks broke with a sharp sound of dead wood. They stopped moving, their bodies still suspended in the air by force.

  Killing had been so easy that Komari realized that "it's almost easier than pulling the granola bar towards me," she thought. She contemplated the corpses realizing that she had felt little emotion when they died, certainly she had felt anger when they had attacked but there she had not felt disgust or fear of her act.

  Not even guilt.

  "Have I lost my feelings or has strength reduced them?" she wondered but she rejected the idea that she knew she was happy with her mother, curious and gluttonous, she was not lacking in feelings.

  No, she thought her reaction should be closer to a psychopathic disorder, but it remained to be determined to what extent.

  "Wait, what is a psychopathic disorder?" she thought to herself, surprised and frightened by her brain's reasoning.

  His mother, Mila, was still on the ground, sobbing, unaware of the two corpses being forcibly hung up, seeing her cry like this, Komari felt tears welling up in his eyes.

  "Mommy" she managed to articulate by walking a little on Mila before falling back on all fours, easier to move. She hugged her adoptive mother who took her in her arms while still sobbing.

  "Sorry my darling for being a bad mother," she sobbed and then saw the bodies hanging.

  Her gaze then fell on her daughter snuggled up to her, Mila had seen things, she knew that the legends about the Jedi'i had some truth but she didn't think that Komari possessed their magic. It was known that the Jedi'i took children with magic from their family, who would never see them again, and she was determined to protect her daughter.