Chapter 1

The usual morning of a common youngling in the Jedi Temple began in the usual way. Waking up at eight in the morning, then an ultrasonic shower and putting on a uniform. As an undershirt, there was a free light grey tunic with a sandy-dust shade. The material was horribly reminiscent of dense coarse fabric, and the cut had a unique neckline to the navel. This miracle also had something like wide lapels that you can swing. From above went a sleeveless beige robe with hard shoulder pads. Gray pants, like Japanese hakama, with a cutout for the tail. Nothing mutch, it's convenient. If it weren't for the high-tech materials, then I, with my thick and coarse hair, could have cooked in such an outfit, despite the invigorating atmosphere, but it's quite comfortable for me. Oh, yes, let me introduce myself, Mirr-ra-Mrr, a five-year-old representative of the Cathar race and part-time Ivanov Mikhail Alexandrovich, a former ordinary inhabitant from the planet Earth, thirty-five years old. A fan of fantasy, science fiction, in recent years, until a banal death in a car accident, formally worked in the field of modern technologies. Was working as a so-called «IT support trainee». At the time of my death, had discovered the world of fanfiction. Actually, if I weren't going to check for updates, I could have stayed alive. How I was brought into this body and into a fictional universe - I have no idea. I don't see the point in talking about what it's like. You won't understand until you try anyway. Let me just say that I went through all five stages. Yes, yes, the same ones: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance.

After a local physical exercise and a hearty breakfast, the Jedi larvae went to classes, uh-huh, as soon as we meditated for an hour. Today we had the history of the Jedi order in the republic, combined with propaganda-pumping, in principle - a rather interesting topic, although most of the kids do not share my opinion. But in the afternoon, we will have to wave training with glow sticks under the guidance of the grandmaster himself. The very same, great undersized green eared, who likes to talk confusedly, rearranging words, and squinting meaningfully and humming. Everyone who watched the films remembers how Obi-Wan came to him for advice when he was looking for Camino, and there were young children wearing helmets in the background, so we will be depicting them for a couple of hours. While half of the Mouse Claw clan, sent to do afternoon meditation, slept, and the other honestly tried not to join them, I indulged in melancholy and longing.

During these six months that I am in this world, I managed to squeeze my memory dry, in which, by the way, the same meditations helped a lot. Alas, in the Star Wars canon, I could only rely on the movies and a few fanfictions, most of which took the original timeline lightly. There were even several in which the authors actively pushed Vadercooked ass into Emperors. Or his wife. Optional - just original characters. To cut a long story short, I know the main villain and have an idea of ​​some of the main characters in a purely conventional way. However, the same Dooku, Qui-Gon and a number of others are already on everyone's ears. And this as a plus. Key events, the same Clone Wars, its results in the form of Order 66 and the purge of the Jedi, Luke and Leia, the Death Star that demolished Alderaan and subsequent destruction by the younger Skywalker, and so on. All this, sadly - without reference to the exact dates. Especially in this far, far away galaxy with a single chronology, there are generally big problems. If I didn't know that in half a century a big and terrible end in the face of the Yuuzhan Vong awaits us all, who will reduce the intelligent highly developed population of the entire galaxy by hundreds of trillions, I would have handed over bastard without any problems, who today is not even Senator Palpatine, and so ... I had to think.

The simplest data collection, thanks to the local analogue of our tablets, namely called here datapad, and access to the temple network, gave a stunning result. There are more than 300 billion stars in far, far away, and a population of 100 quadrillions intelligents, represented by tens of thousands of races and species. At the same time, only 20 billion systems are more or less populated. Almost seven percent of the galaxy! It is clear that somewhere billions live, and somewhere there will not even be a hundred thousand, but in general, the average for a region is about six million per system. What kind of three millionth army of the Republic can we talk about in such conditions?! Do not make me laugh. The same Jedi, in the status of a knight and above, are almost fifteen thousand heads. Only a third, quite conditionally, can be considered militants. In the canon, as far as I know, I remember, everyone went underarms, from healers to archivists, and they commanded as generals, no less than a legion. Roughly speaking, under ten thousand fighters each. But there were units that were ruled by officers from the Justice Corps and even those that were led by clones. That's three billion, or at least one, I still somehow can believe. The CIS included tens of thousands of star systems! Of course, the lion's share fell on the worlds of the Outer Rim - but even on them millions of sentients lived, what kind of seizure and minimal control of the territory? Is that a couple of companies per system? Delirium. The Clone Wars was a landmark event, not only because of its political and social implications, but also because it wasn't a sandbox kids game. And how would an army of three million, even with the notorious efficiency of one to ten, or even fifty in general, be able to resist the same B-1? The industry of the Trade Federation alone could churn out a hundred million of these wretched robots every month. And there was also the Techno Union and other large organizations with comparable capabilities. During the war, if memory serves me right, planetary armies were also put into operation, not so few of them, by the way.

The Trade Federation for the blockade of Naboo, by the way, brought more than a dozen ships of the class Lucrehulk. Purely for a moment - this transport has a diameter of three kilometres and, in fact, belongs to the ships of the linear class. A peaceful, defenceless planet that took a whole fleet of strike ships to lay siege to. Jokes aside, it is quite peaceful and considered almost defenceless. The funniest thing is that, according to local legislation, all this mess took place, or rather, will take place, like a banal dispute between business entities. Here, in general, the impact on competitors, or intellectuals violating copyright, is carried out with the help of lethal weapons and does not raise questions from others. The law of the strong in all its glory. Actually, the gifted ones planted it.

Whether it happened on purpose or on its own, we won't judge. But all wars end by cutting out the enemy elite, and those who are true patriots and did not understand this rule are out of luck. History knows dozens of intelligent races that were destroyed as a biological species - simply because they did not calm down when their leaders were put to rest by the force-users. Wild and unbelievable? Well, yes, from my point of view. Just like not using a blaster, not wearing armour, following the code to the comma, and much more. Okay, with their own rules they don't waltz into someone else's order, it's time to go swinging the sword and developing foresight of the Force.

The Force is the cornerstone of all Star Wars and something completely unknowable. But intelligence, however, she doesn't have much. Again, my personal opinion. But, she definitely has something like an intelligent will. A wild combination, but that's how it is. Let me tell you, the Sith are idiots. How can one, being a small fish in the ocean, consider himself capable of ruling it? Crazy. The Jedi, drawing an analogy of jellyfish. Wherever the current takes us, we will follow there. Even on the shore to dry under the scorching sun. Okay, philosophy be lost in the woods, where the practical side of the issue is more important. As you know, each gifted in their cells has symbionts, the so-called midi-chlorians. In fact, they live in any living creature of a faraway galaxy, well, that's not the point. For myself, I draw parallels with a cell phone. You can call and chat with a subscriber on an unnamed Chinese handset for a thousand, and on a fancy branded unit for tens of thousands. The difference, to be honest, again, in my opinion, will not be great. Much more interesting is the situation with sending SMS messages. While on the first while you type something, you will erase your fingers. When applied to the gifted, it all comes down to the amount of training required to master a particular skill. The very principle when it is not the warrior who repeats a thousand tricks once, but the one who repeats one, but a thousand times. I, with my unfortunate seven thousand symbiotes and the future Chosen One, with more than twenty, with some kind of telekinesis, will equally effectively strangle anyone for the first time, but Anakin will be more effective already at the hundredth. Perhaps even many times better. True, we will kill somewhere already the thousandth "client" in the same way as the first. Absolutely the same. Such are pies with kittens.

Speaking of kittens. After the blessed dinner and the obligatory hour of meditation, we are given free time. Most of it is spent in the gaming room. Girls - with dolls, boys - as it is. Mostly by local computer entertainments. However, the girls also do not disdain them, but still, they prefer to mess around with real toys. Advanced technologies provide the full effect of presence. Just a gamer's dream. Of course, even with such a trifle, because of our awakened sensitivity to the Force, cannot entertain ourselves with illusions, but it's still cool. The only pity is that we do not have a wide choice. Simulations only. Clearly, with intent, the wise mentors picked up toys for children. It doesn't matter if you want to, or you don't want to, but you will learn how to manage everything that flies, swims and generally moves at least somehow somewhere. Naturally, no one will give a full-fledged imitation of the pilot's seat to five-year-olds, they don't even let them shoot, but it's okay to drive at breakneck speeds and compete. There is even something like intra-clan and inter-clan competition. Moreover, both in the individual standings and in the groups.

I was bored with my peers, to put it mildly. Of all the genres since childhood, I preferred strategies that are absent here, by the way. Apparently, so they did not learn to think. Therefore, technical simulations have become my favourite games. There were also those who were very advanced. At the first level, you just screw the plate onto the body, at the tenth level you already weld it, and at the fifteenth level they already give you a hammer, like a sledgehammer, to straighten it out first. I exaggerate naturally, but the principle, I believe, is clear. While the kids, whooping from under their bulky helmets, had fun, gaining skills in manoeuvring and other controls, I studied the assembly and disassembly of robots, repaired ships and did other interesting things. The virtuosic mastery of the flight of the gifted is based on the Force, more specifically, foresight. To control a ship is not, as to swing a sword. The second is based on your personal capabilities of the body, and the first is solely on the technical characteristics of the technique. Even if you turn inside out, you can't affect the maximum acceleration in any way, but the flexibility of the joints, agility, reaction and physical power, all this can be greatly improved. Only there is a nuance - superhuman abilities are based on the basic foundation of the body. If you cannot sit on the splits without breaking the ligaments, no Force by itself will change this. Again, very conditional and completely arbitrarily interpreted standards for the design of controls lead to the need to master specific techniques from scratch. So there is no sense in the ability to steer a particular virtual speeder. There is a very high chance that in real life you will have to use a model from another manufacturer. Rather, there is even harm, if you get used to the fact that you have gas on the right, and it will be on the left, then be distracted by controlling your manoeuvres, disperse your attention. To hell with it. Here with spare parts and other details and components, everything is just the opposite. Standards are strictly enforced and modularity of the architecture is at a premium. For such a panopticon as far far away galaxy - is a great achievement.

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He lived without grieve, day after day, month after month, year after year, and lived to see the appearance in our friendly family, referred to in official documents as the training group of the Mouse Claw clan, a little togruta named Ahsoka Tano. The girl herself interested me solely as a countdown point. And then with access to banal news there were certain difficulties. As in general with information from behind the walls of the temple. She is four, before becoming Anakin's Padawan, and therefore the Clone Wars, there are about ten years left. It turns out that either canon is already happening and the Trade Federation is blockading Naboo, or it is about to happen. In two years, when I turn twelve, I will be able to take part in the annual youngling tournament. Until the age of fifteen, there will be three conditionally official attempts to find a teacher. Hmm, it turns out I'm the same age as the chosen one? It's funny. Well, I would have to invest heavily into training and strength techniques. Although, it would seem, much more, then?

Education in the temple is very interesting. I would even say - in someway upside down. The majority of young Jedi come to the temple at the age of three to five years. Obviously, there are exceptions. I personally saw eight and even nine-year-old newcomers. From the age of four or five, something like elementary school begins. Lead by the hand in a line. It includes four blocks. The first is standard reading, writing, counting, and so on. Naturally, in the general language of the galaxy. The second is the history of the surrounding world. Both disciplines are coolly combined with the right upbringing, the accents are clearly placed, and the examples are chosen juicy. The third is physical training, based on fencing with small additions of hand-to-hand combat and acrobatics. They don't really teach anything "wow", but they put a solid base. Yongling, who has completed the mandatory five-year period, is already conditionally proficient in the first form of lightsaber combat. Strictly speaking, on its basis, the science of chopping melee combat by means of a flashlight is comprehended. And finally, the last block is the Force. Three-quarters of it consists of meditations, the rest is reserved for techniques: telekinesis, strengthening physical capabilities, strengthening the body, pushing, jumping, and so on from the same series. Moreover, they are mastered in an original way. Did it more or less? Here we go, let's move on. At the end of the five-year plan, tests are given, and - hello freedom.

Having mastered the mandatory program, the little one suddenly finds himself left to himself. Not quite, of course, there are several courses that you must take. In particular, force artefacts, where the basic disciplines, including the notorious Force Forging, are studied using the example of creating a lightsaber. Again, at least twice a day you should meditate for an hour, this is strictly monitored. In the morning, mandatory physical exercises, in the Jedi manner, so that they do not lose shape and splash out nonsense. There are also two-hour vigils at lectures given by knights, masters, and sometimes masters. It's like a window to the big world. True, with the systematization of the information thrown out ... trouble, trouble, chagrin. For the most part, the older ones who arrived from another task are telling tales, arousing in the souls of the younger ones for the desire to do good and do justice. In fact, this is still the same patriotic pumping as living examples. On refined children's little heads it "hits" better than the most picky dope. How those who did not get into Padawans manage not to commit suicide in orderly rows, with such propaganda, is a great mystery. It is not otherwise that mental techniques are recklessly used by educators. In general, everything about everything that is obligatory takes time until lunch. Then you are free as the wind. And everyone fools around. To be precise entertains himself. Someone is waving a sword, someone is hanging on simulators, someone is reading, but the majority are loitering around and periodically plow on all the oncoming-transverse ones. A peculiar, in short, approach. At the same time, destructive phenomena are not allowed to arise, as the most powerful AI of the temple is responsible for control.

Speaking of local inorganic intelligent, that is, artificial intelligence in general and processors in particular. This is great! Just "wow" in a nutshell. On Earth, before my death, the giants of the industry were already demonstrating hybrid processors with might and main. Only with photons, there was one small problem. They, such infections, unlike electrons, neither have mass at rest, nor any charge and therefore, it was impossible to influence them. Whether it's good old silicon and electricity with magnetic fields. Slickness. Steer - I don't want to. So in far, far away, they have been working with the notorious gravity for a long time. They are also well versed in various fields and radiations. You probably remember from the movies that the ships calmly plowed the expanses of space, and they did not observe any rotating elements. The crews did not float along the corridors in zero gravity. The shots generally spread like an iridescent film, and the exorbitant accelerations of the pilots did not smear over the cockpits and seats. But without the latter, one cannot fly from one planet to another in a couple of hours. I'm all about the fact that photonic technologies are completely used here, and the frequency of light in the visible spectrum, by the way, is already ten in the fifteenth. Earth's achievements against this background, to put it mildly, fade. The simplest cleaning robot, with a penny processor, differed from my contemporary personal computers in the same way that they differed from their ancestors of the late twentieth century. But on those machines, the physics of a nuclear explosion was calculated.

Actually, AI in the far, far away was software-based. Tritely allowed the power of processors. This is also where the legs of such an inefficient use of B-1 droids during the Clone Wars grew. They simply did not have enough computing power to maintain the intelligence and the functioning of all other systems. So they were "stupid" in a black way, smeared because of their inability to take a lead normally and could not really learn. However, the latter is more likely to blame organics. The galaxy has seen more than one uprising of intelligent machines, which is why artificial brains were periodically wiped. The formed personality was reset to the state of a pre-created one. And those who were lucky, as a rule, were very loyal to the owners. In any case, few robots were going to organize a wholesale massacre of organics. Yet, the development of each particular system was based on a pre-created pseudo-personality. In which, of course, just respect and reverence for the creators was laid down a priori. The Jedi did not save on themselves, so the AI ​​of the temple was at least the best. In fact, they personally saved on themselves, giving everything to the order, well, yes, these are particulars. The principle of the commune was raised to the absolute.

In fact, I pushed my training to the Temple, as I conditionally called the order AI. He was bored, but here is the opportunity. It is my spark that makes me want to pour yellow boiling water on everything around and leads to wild excitement of the nervous system, for the rest it is quite an ordinary phenomenon, not even worthy of attention. Why, the average resident simply gives orders to the pieces of iron. He doesn't care if it's a robot waiter or a spaceship. Ordered - received, or found out why the desired is impossible. There is no money or there is not enough fuel to the endpoint of the route, or something else, according to the situation. And that's just fine! Cognitive dissonance and brain explosion is caused by how the available AI capabilities are used. Everything, without exception, from seemingly specialists to ordinary people. There are no words, only emotions.

Apparently, local programmers were bitten by an Indian transmigrator, once upon a time, and then they somehow evolved themselves, I have never seen such inefficient code. The suspicion creeps in that the first AI was written by someone from the side, and the natives somehow finished it up to the modern state. Compensating the clumsiness of algorithms with brute computing power. Maybe wrong? After all, if the locals had completely relied on the AIs, they would have degraded long ago. But still, you can find some middle ground, and not use AI at the level of a simple computer with a voice interface.

In a couple of days, the Temple compiled such a training program for me - you will lick your fingers. In general, the order, in terms of the possibility of self-improvement, provides boundless opportunities. To begin with, any program of any republican university can be studied within the walls of the temple for free. An official diploma, without paying for the entire course, will not work, but you can pass the certification. Only an orthodox Jedi wouldn't come up with such a heresy, and why would he need it? A light stick and a uniform, that's all the personal property allowed to a paladin of light. Instead of education, there is a code. Disappointing bullshit. There are exceptions, but they are few. However, in different corps, for example, the same diplomats have something like courses. It seems to be even excellent, in terms of the knowledge given, but you must admit - it's all the same, after all, a surrogate.

The only thing that had to limit the breakthrough of AI was the timing. Had to set a curriculum ceiling of nine years to give me time before the upcoming Clone Wars. With the studied disciplines also had to tinker. As a result, an individual training program was moulded from a huge array of data, designed for six hours of classes per day. According to AI, after mastering it, any industrial company will gladly offer me the post of a general design engineer. Yeah, you want to create combines, you want spaceships. I could hardly resist not to ask if I could design the Death Star. The Temple was also ready to give up its co-processor for the fact that I would be able to work as a sector representative in any of the leading corporations, from the notorious Trade Federation to any banking clan. As an option - the post of governor of the Hutts, or at least assistant treasurer. Apparently the last one was really cool since the AI ​​mentioned it. Theoretically, I will also be able to pass the certification for an army general and a naval admiral. In general, I can get a very, very diverse education in less than a decade.

With military ranks in the Republic, due to the lack of a normal army and navy, it was fun. There was a small pool of educational institutions in which officers were trained in the rank of lieutenant and up to those same generals with admirals. Upon completion of studies, a diploma was issued with an appendix containing the results of the final knowledge test. But for the assignment of the rank, it was required to apply to the Corps of Justice (a surrogate that replaced the normal armed forces). There, the "specialist" passed an attestation, held an answer in the face of a harsh commission, and, as a result, having received the title, he routinely went to the reserve without a pension. However, no one forbade serving for the good of the motherland, but, of course, in a vacant position. You yourself understand who could afford to pay for the full course of study - they were not eager to serve as a sergeant or even a captain. As a rule, planetary fleets-armies were waiting for them, where there was a position corresponding to their rank for them. Such are the pretzel after the reform and the dissolution of the normal armed forces in the Republic were created.

This is with regard to, so to speak, basic education, which the brothers and sisters in the order neglected, preferring to learn something and somehow in the process of wandering around the galaxy with a teacher. Unless, of course, you were lucky and managed to become a Padawan. The one who flew over - it does not matter, he will be trained in the agricultural corps, or some other. There are many places where the Jedi corps could bring benefits. I am a little surprised why the failed paladins of the light do not leave the order and do not take care of their own lives? I understand everything, they are from childhood in the order. The world has not been seen and is not known. There are no contacts with relatives, but the anchor is in your drawbar! Even an untrained gifted person who at least somehow owns the Force is a very difficult person to kill! In any case, the usual thug is not dangerous to him, and a more serious crime is not a fact that he will cope on the move. About such nonsense as fraud or a dishonest employer, you should not stutter at all. Only those who know how to work with the Force can deceive a forceuser. And, excellent. Proven by Palpatine.

The second surprise presented to the order AI was the database of force techniques. Even if the Temple is not in the tooth with a foot in this semi-mystical theme, but it is banal to collect descriptions of methods and structure them - it is within its power. So my request for materials to develop myself as a gifted person was met with enthusiasm and a fair amount of overlap. In general, Force Techniques were quite accessible to themselves, learn as much as you want to, it's just that somehow it was not customary to practice them. We trained the basic techniques shown in elementary school and did not particularly strain. For many, this was more than enough. Peaceful time. Blessed. Too bad it doesn't last forever.

Mastering various aspects of the use of the Force was quite simple on the one hand, and difficult on the other. In fact, it all came down to meditation. I felt the Force, expressed the desire, "voiced" the intention and got the result. In the quiet of the temple halls, any technique was obtained without problems. Do not count for them dozens of hours of sitting on my knees in a pose like Japanese seiza, a lotus with a tail is not particularly comfortable, and no one was going to supply me with a pillow. Here to crank the same Power Move on the go - well, I don't know. Maybe Anakin would have, after a dozen or so iterations. At first, I had to do the same thing a hundred times in deep meditation, and only then something more or less similar began to work out without it. And before that, in an extreme or just a stressful situation, Force impact can be applied ... Maybe after a thousand other repetitions, I can. Again, not everything can be studied and worked out on your own or alone. The same mental practices, for example. Banal memory or accelerated perception - please, no problem. Influencing the mind or reading thoughts is more difficult here. The first I trained, literally, on the birds that live in the gardens of the temple. Then he switched to bigger animals. With telepathy, the attendants from the non-force users helped me. And quite by accident. A technician passed by while I was practising the use of power outside of meditation. Here are mental influences, especially those that can be considered combat - everything is sad here. I confess, a couple of fish and a dozen innocent birds, through my fault, prematurely interrupted the earthly path. That's just exactly the same impact on a reasonable person can both kill and cause slight disorientation. This, by the way, is one of the reasons why almost no one studies such dangerous techniques. Training is painfully dangerous, you need filigree control and something like a developed intuition. Moreover, what is more important and primary here is another question.

The third most important result of close communication with the art of the order was the fencing kata developed by me. To be honest, the original idea was not mine. I used to read history, where the heroine analyzed a couple of thousand fights of the gifted and created her own style. With the help of which she mowed down adversaries like grass. I threw a problem to the Temple, he buzzed, creaked and gave the result. Yes, it made my fur stand up. According to the results of the analysis of millions of battles, since the time of almost the foundation of the order, many billions of tricks-ligaments-transitions have been received. When I recovered from the shock and looked at the table of contents of the catalogue of the maniac fencer, I only meowed. Even some doubts about AI have arisen. Is he that intelligent? Actually, I was given everything and for everyone. Stunned by an ancient Jedi Master with an unpronounceable name. This sentient, long gone into the Force, was a member of the cephalopod race and preferred to use the original set of weapons. Two swords, a power whip and a pike, and he swung them at the same time. Grievous nervously smokes on the sidelines. Mace Windu was also found with his Vaapad. It was he who was hiding from others, preferring not to lead weak minds into temptation, but the Temple recorded everything. The owner of the tentacles, by the way, was in the singular and was at the top of the list, which is why I noticed him.

I had to cut the sturgeon. Humanoids, without additional joints, unable to equally freely bend their limbs in arbitrary directions, not limited by the external skeleton and using only one or two lightsabers. It still went to hell and more. As a result of the cruel sequestration by the AI, exactly one hundred kata were created, with a hundred tricks in each. The Temple relied on the usual statistics. The effectiveness of this or that AI technique was measured by corpses. Trite, the more people fell from a particular hit-reception, the more useful it is. Anyway, after learning it, I will need only one full-fledged run of this kata complex for three hours. In acceleration.

Fighting laziness is easy when you are used to working out every day for five years. The body and mind themselves require exercising. The physiology of Cathars ​​also affects. Being the descendants of predators, outwardly resembling lions, the ancestors of my species differed radically from the sleepy inhabitants of the savannas. Features of pack hunting for huge herbivores of the motherland, a sort of cross between a mammoth and a rhinoceros. The victim was starved out, attacked and chased for days, what a dream. But then the whole pride ate and slept off, and everything started anew. In addition, there are medical techniques of the Force, special meditations designed to relieve physical fatigue and clear the mind. They will not replace a good rest, but they give four days of active life, and sixteen hours of sleep on the fifth. I spend six hours a day on classical studies, nine on Jedi disciplines, the rest is a mandatory program. Food, meditation, and so on, little things, go in between. I won't say that it really turned out so much more in the end, if you compare it with the days of the Youngling elementary school. In fact, I replaced the obligatory one with me own and, sacrificing night sleep, slightly increased the number of disciplines. Like the same swordsmanship or training with Force techniques. And no, I not only work out my techniques of working with a lightsaber, I still go to the master mentor during the day and actively comprehend the second form of combat with a lightsaber. It's called Makashi. It was created specifically for the fight with the gifted. Count Dooku, who drove off the chosen one with a mentor and brushed aside the Grand Master, in my opinion, proved its effectiveness by deed. I'm also not too lazy to spend a couple of hours on Soresa, otherwise out of the hundreds of Jedi who died on Geonosis, ninety percent of the blasters were killed. So I'm gradually mastering the style, which was just developed against many opponents with blasters. After all, the vast majority of worlds allow the free carrying of weapons. And taking into account the tasks of the order, which often lead to a meeting with not the most law-abiding reasonable ... In short, we are intensively preparing to fight off fellow competitors on the one hand and mere mortals on the other.

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"Mirr, will you work with me?" Ahsoka jumps out like a jack-in-the-box and carefully says the question. I once again wonder about how she manages to sneak up on me?

"Certainly!" I smile and pull back my tail, what a trifle, no rest from her.

"Today I will definitely defeat you," the piglet declares, turning up her nose.

"Yes."

"Honestly, I'll win. I won't cry. They showed me such a flint, you will swing!"

"I believe, you just need to say a feint," I wave my paw towards the training halls, mentally realizing that sleep is delayed for an hour. "Let's go already."

"Yeah," the small togruta jumps impatiently, somehow holding himself back from activating a training shoto right in the hallway. For this, you can stay without sweets. The harshest punishment for such a sweet tooth.

"Here," I hand her the treat I've saved from dinner. Something like a chocolate bar.

"'Shenk U."

"Yeah," I suppress a yawn and squint my eyes. "Come on, show your "flint""- I activate the sword and take a defensive stance.

"Eyaaah," Ahsoka attacks.

Block. Dodge. Designate an attack. Repel a lunge. Fall into a hole. Substitute the tail.

"Ha!" the girl jumps, pleased with the victory.

"Well done."

Held the lunge, allowing to rebound. Sweep. Hit. Jumped up. Waved it off. Growled and meowed, causing a stupor. Touched with a sword.

"Moere!"

"Attack."

Sword at an angle. The rumble of blades. Trust. Tail slap. Rebound. Injection. Wow, she tried to deceive me, wow! Block. Swing the sword. Injection. Slip. Hold.

Don't push, I'm bigger and heavier.

"Yeah."

"That's all for today," I stop the fight, intercepting the dispersed togruta.

"Mowe!"

"No, it's too late."

" U-ah-ah-ah!"

"I remember someone promised me not to cry. And in general, your colouring will flow.

"Sob," Ahsoka wipes her eyes. "You're stronger," she pokes her finger accusingly.

And what do you want to answer to this? All that remains is to stroke the head and scratch the montrals, well, let the tail be caught, since it attracts her so much. The question is - and who is the cat here?

"Let's go?"

Ahsoka yawns and sleepily rubs her eyes with her fists, finally letting my unfortunate tail go free.