"This kid," says Windu, "is holding the lightsaber of what appears to be a Sith Lord. We have quite a bit to talk about."

The Council erupts into a clamour of voices, most focusing on the Sith having been gone for a thousand years.

"In addition to the quite complicated mission report, I'm hoping Kina here will be able to join the Order."

Kina's just going to wait until the Council stops clamoring.  If they take a long while, she might even start tapping her foot.

It takes quite a while for Qui-Gon to explain everything, interspersed with questions by the Council. Once they get through the general details, Yoda sends three of the Council members out to analyze the full report with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, leaving the rest to handle Kina.

"Begin by seeing your skills in the Force we will, hmm?" Yoda activates a device that begins displaying a series of pictures, and turns away from Kina. "Tell us what this shows, you will. Trust your feelings."

Kina listens intently to Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's recounting of Naboo events.  When they get to the parts Kina was there for, she doesn't hesitate to start talking when her input is relevant.

Kina looks at the device.  Then she reaches out to the Force.  "Hmm.

"I have to admit, this isn't anywhere near the sort of test I'd be best at; I've found that I don't often get images as much as impressions on my sense of touch and direction, when I'm looking for generic somethings.  Still..."  She closes her eyes.  "I do believe it's possible; I have seen a vision before.  This is merely that, but with more direction."

"A YT freighter, top view pointing down.  I don't know if I've seen that symbol before but I can draw it.  ...That can't possibly be a Dug.  The screen turns off."  With a click.

The master next to Yoda looks at the screen, and nods approvingly. "Knowledge, you seem to have," says the one sitting alone on Kina's left. "But a different test, you prefer?"

"This test is really narrow, is the thing.  I saw this lady who didn't even have eyes once; would you have asked this of her?  If you want to test divination, you need to actually test divination, not only far-seeing.  So if I was designing a test for this...You take something relatively innocuous, like simple shapes.  You run off a bunch of them, at least three types.  Then you hide only some of them in a training area, and ask your initiate to find them, tell you how many there are, tell you where they are, tell you what they are...maybe hide some from a different 'batch', too.  You could paint symbols on them, for that matter.  And you only hide some in the testing area but you take all of them out of their spaces to see if the initiate can...mm, danger sense-ish?  About absences.  It's probably enough like a trap."

"But to say I prefer that as a test is to get lost thinking about a world we're not living in, so...are there other tests you'd ask of me?"

"Creative," says one of the women from behind Kina. "Have you by any chance begun to move objects?"

"I have!"

"Could you demonstrate that?" asks the man sitting next to Windu, and he places a few stones on the floor.

She can!  Some of the stones twitch into a line, then levitate, in a pattern that the more mechanically inclined councilors might recognize as binary numbers, right to left, 0001 0010 0011 0100 0101 0110 0111 1000 1001 1010 1011 1100 1101 1110 1111 - and then Kina, a little bit bored of counting, starts describing patterns, picking up more stones to do triangles and squares and rectangles, rotating and translating and scaling and multiple shapes rotating in opposite directions and she can do cubes and prisms and some of the weirdly shaped dice she's seen - she's having fun with this - but, eventually, she's worked all the stones into her choreography, with an expression of absolute glee on her face, before finally pulling them into an orbit around herself, just slightly askew from the direction of gravity's pull, and then piling them up neatly, one by one, in a towering stack.

She grins, and can't help herself from letting out an exhilarated giggle.  "Did I do good?"

Silence.

And then there's clapping, spreading across the room. There are various whispers flying back and forth, and did that one whose entire face is a beard just say he might have trouble doing that?

"The Chosen One theory is looking significantly more likely," says an impressed Windu. "I don't think any more testing is necessary."

"Not quite so sure, I am," says Yoda. "Talented, you are. But great anger, I sense in you, hmm?"

Kina takes a few moments to just come down from the high of genuine appreciation of her skill, and then seriously considers Yoda's question.

"Wouldn't you be angry, if there was suffering, in front of you, and your hands were bound with credible threats so you couldn't stop it?  I lived years on Tatooine with a bomb in me that would blow up at the click of a button, and it feels like the Republic has the - organizational equivalent - of that, for the Order.  So...yes, I might well be, get, frustrated, perhaps even resentful, at times, but...I'll do what I can, and the Force will help guide me to the times and places I should, and...that has to be enough.  I don't...hurt people.  Not if there's any other way.  That's.  Unspeakably wrong.  Even if it starts feeling - just - in the moment."

Yoda nods, that isn't quite the Jedi answer, but she seems to be fine. "Then confident I am, that your anger controlled can be." He looks around the room. "Ready to accept her, we are?"

The rest of the Council nods in agreement.

"Congratulations, Skywalker," says Windu. "You're a Jedi."

"Thank you, Master Windu."  She does a polite little bow.  "Um.  What does that...mean?"

"You'll begin your training soon," says Windu. "Although you probably already know all of the basics - honestly, maybe she should head straight to Padawan level, she clearly needs something specialized."

"Decide that in time, we will," says Yoda. "For now, with the other younglings you will stay. Yarael, to her quarters, you can guide her, hmm?"

One of the Jedi - Yarael? - stands up, and accompanies Kina down the halls.