The former military camp has now been converted into a police training base, and Kote brought Bo-Katan to inspect it.
Inside the parade ground, dozens of people were conducting shooting training.
The instructor in charge of the shooting project saw Kote and saluted, reporting, "Commander Kote, the shooting test for all personnel is about to be completed, and the final tests for other facilities are also underway."
"Very good, but is everyone's hit rate above the pass line? These are a crucial part of whether people survive their missions."
"Everyone's hit rate is above eighty percent; there are no failures."
"That's good. I'll look around myself first; you continue to be responsible for the tests." Kote was about to go elsewhere to see how the police were training, but just as he was about to tell Bo-Katan to come, he looked down and found that the little one had left his side at some point and run off to another place.
"Bo-Katan! Bo-Katan Kryze!" Kote shouted directly inside the parade ground. Although she certainly wouldn't get lost, he didn't know where she might have gone to cause trouble again.
Seeing Kote searching for something in the parade ground, a police squad immediately stepped forward to ask, "What's wrong, Commander Kote?"
"Nothing, it's just that Bo-Katan is nowhere to be found," Kote explained.
"Okay, you search over there, you search over there, and everyone else searches in the parade ground." The squad leader immediately began to dispatch people to search for Bo-Katan.
A few minutes earlier, Bo-Katan, watching Kote and the instructor talking, was extremely bored. Then she saw other people around her also doing shooting tests. Her eyes lit up instantly—those were blasters!
Ever since Kote secretly let her play with one once, she had loved the feeling. However, after her sister Satine found out, she was severely scolded, being told she was too young to play with it. Her Cousin Kote was also beaten, with Satine threatening to tell their uncle if he ever let her play with a blaster again.
Thus, under the temptation of the blaster, our Bo-Katan Kryze secretly ran off to a sister who was undergoing a test. She poked her thigh, "Sister, can I play with it?" Bo-Katan asked with big, sparkling, innocent eyes.
"? What do you want to play with, little one?" This girl was also extremely carefree, not even wondering why a child was moving around alone in the parade ground.
"It's the Westar-35 blaster pistol in your hand," Bo-Katan clearly stated the model of the girl's weapon.
"Here, but you have to turn down the power." The girl lowered the power and handed it to Bo-Katan, then began to instruct Bo-Katan on how to aim and shoot.
Just as Bo-Katan was shooting with abandon, she suddenly felt her body float up, and the blaster pistol in her hand dropped to the ground. She immediately turned around with a terrified expression, "Oh no, Cousin caught me!"
The girl standing next to her was also startled. She suddenly realized that the child just now was Duchess Satine's sister, her Commander's Cousin, the most important child on all of Mandalore, and she had actually been teaching her how to play with a gun!
Standing behind Bo-Katan at this moment was a grim-faced Kote Vizsla, who directly lifted Bo-Katan with The Force. "Bo-Katan, I finally understand why Cousin wanted me to bring you."
"I'm sorry, Cousin, I won't run off again," Bo-Katan pleaded again.
"Sigh, Bo-Katan, it's not that you're not allowed to play, but leaving without telling anyone is a very worrying behavior, do you understand?" Kote put Bo-Katan down and squatted to speak to her kindly.
"I understand," Bo-Katan also lowered her head.
"Commander, I'm sorry!" The girl quickly bowed and apologized.
"It's alright. Bo-Katan seems to like you very much. How about I transfer you to be her personal guard? What do you say, Shari Shephard?" Kote asked Shari.
"I obey the Commander's orders," Shari saluted, indicating complete obedience to Kote's deployment.
"Very well then. You don't need to test anymore today. You'll be responsible for taking Bo-Katan around the training base for the day, but absolutely do not do anything too dangerous." Kote handed Bo-Katan over to Shari; after all, he still had important matters to attend to and couldn't just babysit.
After arranging Bo-Katan, Kote went to the current head of training and the second-in-command of the police force, Leon Eldar.
Leon, who was dealing with internal police arrangements, looked up and saw his superior appear before him.
"Commander!" Leon quickly stood up and saluted.
"No need for that, Leon. After all, you're the one handling everything for the entire police force; I'm just a hands-off manager," Kote waved his hand.
"No, Commander, without you, all of us would have been cut during the demobilization," Leon stood up again and said.
"Let's not talk about that. So, have you arranged the personnel distribution issues?"
"Not yet, Commander. Currently, our manpower is completely insufficient to cover the entire sector." Leon had been frowning over this issue.
"Then allocate everyone into small teams, recruit and train locals, and in this way, garrison them on various colonies first," Kote thought for a moment and could only come up with this solution.
"Then we will arrange it on that scale, first ensuring that our Mandalorian colonial areas have police force defense. As for the other planets later, their governments might not allow our garrison," Leon made the arrangements and wrote them down.
"Everything for the Mandalorian people, for Mandalore!"
"For Mandalore!"
While Kote was still on Sundari, a young man from the Vizsla Clan on Vadiel was having a spat with his father in the town hall.
"Dad, I have to join the Clan Chief's Security Company; he's my idol!" An eighteen-year-old boy was shouting.
"Pre Vizsla! You must continue your studies before you can join Free Mandalore. I will not discuss this with the Clan Chief," Murto was helpless with his rebellious son.
"I'll join myself, as long as I pass the selection!" Pre Vizsla slammed the door and left.
"Damn rebellious phase!" Even Murto was completely at a loss on how to discipline his child. Even if he could make a town prosper, a child was much harder than a town.
As soon as he exited the town hall, a group of teenagers his age rushed out from outside the door. "How was it? Did the mayor let you go?" The teenagers chattered around Pre Vizsla.
"No, he won't even talk to the Clan Chief about it," Pre Vizsla lowered his head.
"Then we'll sign up ourselves!" one teenager clenched his fist and said.
Another teenager directly slapped him on the head, "Idiot, Free Mandalore is by recommendation, and after being recommended, you must also undergo trials to enter."
"What do we do then?" The group of teenagers sat on the street aimlessly, after all, they just wanted to be with the strongest man on Mandalore!
Pre Vizsla suddenly remembered someone: his great-uncle who was a captain—Forester vizsla.
He immediately sent a message to his great-uncle, hoping he could give these people a chance for a recommendation.
Forester vizsla, currently serving as captain of a hammerhead-class cruiser, laughed when he saw the message from Pre Vizsla. "This kid is more like a Mandalorian than his father." He then wrote a letter of recommendation for everyone.
Seeing his great-uncle's letter, Pre Vizsla jumped up, "Finally! Finally, I can undergo the trials!
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