Every Problem Has A Solution

[Harvey]

Naboo
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Harvey sat on a bench overlooking the shore, watching the waves crash and soar, beating against the sandy coast of Naboo. The sun was high, and it was comfortably warm to his receptors. The android was here on a special case. He wasn't keen on the job itself, but once Elsa found out what it was, there was no way he was getting out of it. A client had put in an offer for the human replica's services. That was a normal occurrence. However, the services wanted were not. Harvey was used to being hired to perform clandestine work, or to analyze a situation and produce an outcome. Never before had he been paid for therapy.

First time for everything.

This wasn't to say that he wouldn't be good at it. Harvey's database had a plethora of information on the human psyche. He was just accustomed to use said information in more lucrative ways. This client, a man by the name of Valkren Calderon, wanted counseling. The android initially refused it, but his female companion convinced him otherwise. She was never a one to let anyone in the galaxy suffer. So there he was. Harvey was dressed sharply in his signature suit and white dress shirt, with a blood-red tie that was both fashionable and threatening. His ice-blue eyes stared into the ocean, watching the tide ebb and flow, awaiting his contact's arrival.

[member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

It had been quite some time since Sergeant Valkren Calderon has taken any path beside a beach paired with a body of water without the absence of enemy gunfire raining down on him, making attempts on his life. In fact, he hadn't been somewhere where he wasn't at risk of a insurgent attack in quite some time.

The peace was almost disturbing..

Valkren Calderon was a soldier, trim and true. Fighting was in his blood. His older brother and his father before him both had perished as decorated members of the Galactic Republic, and in combat aswell. So a warrior's death was expected the same for Valkren when he enlisted with the Republic's special forces. However, the youngest boy of the three Calderon children had not experienced the more glamorous side of winning wars for factions and shady companies.

Valkren had spent most of his time leading a six-man team of commandos designated as 'Saber Team.' Behind all of the classified and blacked out files that hid his team's operations, lay in wait a record of countless flawless missions under the Galactic Republic's hidden banner.

Yet, all good things must come to an end. Soon enough, his beloved Galactic Republic fell, and with that, his family's legacy went as well. Him and his team had nothing to do but to separate for now, leaving Valkren to return to his family farmstead on Alderaan, until eventually returning with his team to ally with the Directorate, under Gir Quee.

The Directorate spelled the end for Saber team as far as records held. After just four successful missions with Directorate marines, Saber team was ambushed due to a bounty placed on several of the members' heads. To the records, it's unclear who exactly made it out of the firefight that disbanded the group completely, but Valkren knew.

And it was eating away at him.

Usually, Valkren had been one to dress in his duty uniform, almost always. He was proud to sport a uniform and support a cause he believed in. Yet, every cause had died out, and thus had the fire that once drove the young man to fight for his life. So today, he simply sported a casual jacket, with a tee underneath and simple combat's. He wasn't shaven, and his short hair seemed to be unkept even in it's current state.

He stepped up to the side of the bench, standing in silence for a moment before breaking the constant noise of the tide with his voice.

"Valkren Calderon."

[member="Harvey"]

 

[Harvey]

Harvey looked at the disheveled figure standing behind him. With a silent whir, his photoreceptors processed and scanned the man's face. It checked out.

"Identity confirmed. Good afternoon, Mr. Calderon. Please, sit next to me."

Valkren was a mess. Loose clothing, messy hair, and a look on his face that was almost dead inside. The man was in pain. Deep pain. What it was exactly was soon to be discovered.

[member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

"And you are?"

The sergeant's voice trailed off in question, not being sure who exactly he had hired for his 'sessions,' as it wasn't really his idea at all that he get help. It was more so his previous superiors that had advised it so much.

In fact, he hated the word 'help' alone. Help implied that someone somewhere was in danger. Valkren was tired of hearing people need help.

The soldier still took the seat designated to him.

[member="Harvey"]

 

[Harvey]

"You can call me Harvey."

The android could detect Valkren's tension rise. His skin temperature rose by a degree, and his tone was a tad standoffish. No matter. He wasn't programmed to take offense to anything, just to interpret it.

"I can see you're a bit nervous. Relax. You're in a safe environment. Please, tell me about yourself."

[member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Valkren almost expected the android to have a full-fledged dossier on him, but it was relieving to know that his problems were is own in a way. Yet those problems had to be delt with.

"What exactly do you need to know about me, Harvey?" The soldier really had no idea how this worked. One could say that he was used to superiors having boundless amounts of information on him, but to just sit down and tell someone what's wrong seemed off to him.

[member="Harvey"]

 

[Harvey]

"Standard information. Where are you from? Parents? How many siblings do you have? That sort of thing."

Harvey put on a thin smile in an attempt to ease Valkren. He seemed reluctant to share information. The android wasn't sure why, but he'd find out soon enough.

[member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Valkren shifted his position slightly on the bench, hearing the cyborg's line of questions. He moved his gaze over to the seemingly endless ocean before them.

He only assumed the only thing he could do was talk, he was already there on the bench. Too far in to bail out now.

"I was born on a farm, on Alderaan." He soon broke off his stare after this statement to return to the interaction between himself and Harvey.

"My father was an admiral in the Republic, my mother stayed on the farm with us. Keith and Karen Calderon. And yes, there were three of us kids that worked on the farm when we were of well enough age...There's only two of us now."

[member="Harvey"]

 

[Harvey]

"I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Calderon. Farm work. An honest practice. How admirable."

Harvey took a second to process the information given to him before continuing.

"I've always pondered what it's like to have a family. A mother, father, siblings, a wife....a child. It's a concept alien to me. Have you visited them?"

[member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

He blinked, before pulling a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, opening the pack and removing the lighter from within, before looking to Harvey. "Mind if I?" He questioned in regards to his cigarette.

"No..Not sense my team got taken. They're still on Alderaan. You don't have...Anyone?" Valkren shifted his positioning slightly, trying to get comfortable once more at the thought of the lack of communication.

"They know I'm safe.."

[member="Harvey"]