The battle with the Commenor System's Alliance and The Sith Empire had left Commenor worst for wear.
The capital of the former Systems Alliance was battered and broken, but it would be rebuilt. Kei had already made it clear that he would offer whatever funds that the Queen required. He had also made it clear that he himself would be partaking in the rebuilding effort, modernising Commenor for the second time in ten or so years. The planet had taken a beating before and bounced back, it would do it again.
Kei walked through the city streets. So many people had lost their homes and their jobs. It annoyed him more than he expected that his penthouse and remained standing, although the windows had been smashed in. Kei had done his best to repair the building and offer it out as a refuge for those who needed a roof and food and water. It would help those who needed help.
He didn't understand, in many ways why his new form seemed so intent on helping people. He had heard rumours that essence transfer could go wrong, the two minds occupying one body fighting for control. It would explain his new relaxed nature and want to help those who needed it, even though the body was currupted with the darkside, guided by the original mind of the original Kei body.
He traced his fingers over the ruin of a store.
He was a Sith, but he wasn't. He was kind, civil. He was kinder than he had been when he had originally died. He was a Sith, but he was following the same code he had once followed as a Jedi and he didn't know why. He was a Sith, but he wanted to tear The Sith Empire limb from limb for what they had done on Commenor. He was a Sith, but he was also a Jedi.
He was confused. He was stressed.
This new body stuff was difficult.