Holy Orders (Be Just or Be Dead)

[Aleidis Zrgaat]

(Pm to join. Or don't. I'm text, not a cop.)

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

The meeting was over, but there was little reason to hurry anywhere but away from the Jedi temple, and even then just because she was upset. The moment Aleidis left the temple grounds on Coruscant, her Force signature whiffed out like a candle in a sandstorm, subdued by Quy'tek. A moment later, her satchel was retrieved from a speeder-bus locker, her white and grey robes changed out for blue jeans, a blue blouse, and a hair-squeezing black ski cap. And just like that, the former Chancellor of the Republic was as noteworthy as any other near-human teen wandering around Galactic City; which was to say, not at all notable.

Once she had lived in fear of the city's teeming crowds and what they might do without even noticing: breaking her bones with a nudge, a rough jostle could bring death. Now, even without her belt, Aleidis was confident enough to walk normally. Any paths that might intersect with her own suddenly decided to subtly change course. A mentalist's perogative to keep herself safe.

She found a garden. There were many around, but this one one beta seventeen level two five one nine was her favorite. One of Aleidis's first projects as a Jedi padawan had been working in the nearby hospital under the tutelage of the eminent sage and peacemonger Boolon Murr, and in her 'free' time, Aleidis had worked with him to restore this garden for the patient's use.

The project had backfired slightly. The verdant garden had raised property values enough that the hospital had been relocated and a business complex had taken up it's place. But Aleidis would always love this garden. After shedding her boots, Aleidis put her pointed feet and light frame to use, scaling the tallest tree present with the speed of one adapted and evolved (and raised) to speedily climb foliage.

One she was up in the boughs of the old hardwood, Aleidis quietly lit a cigarette and began reading from her data pad, expecting that she'd been followed from the council chambers by at least one soul. Perhaps more.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Surprisingly, she hadn't been. No Council Members, no souls... Nobody.

Jedi Master Joshua DragonsFlame, after that meeting just wanted to go home. It'd been stressful, bringing out emotions in him that didn't need to be brought out. He kicked himself for letting his personal feelings get in the way like that.

He tried, he really did, to forget that meeting as he changed. As he emerged from the changing room in his quarters in the Temple, in a dark blue t-shirt, a black leather jacket, steel toed boots and black track pants... He couldn't get his mind off one person. Aleidis Ijet. Despite all his attempts to clear his mind of her, he just couldn't forget the look on her face on O'Reen as she attacked Arumi, her changed demeanor in the temple when she came with her threats and talk of blood...

All he wished he could do was help her. The Senate, long ago, had wronged her. He understood that. But yet, at the Jedi worked to repair the damage that had been done by certain members, she still hounded them, threatened them with blood and violence... It was something that he would never forget.

Another side of him yearned for the days of cuddling under the blankets, watching movies and fooling around with disguises. But yet... Those days, most likely, for now anyway... Were over. He didn't see any signs of the Aleidis he knew anymore, and he doubted she'd even be interested in talking to him, much less any of the aforementioned.

Blast, things had really taken a turn for the worse since Sao's... Disappearance, or death, or whatever it may be. It seemed everywhere he turned, the people he cared for the most were disappearing, or turning into something he didn't even recognize. Personal glories were nice and all, but what was the point if there was nobody to live with that with?

Regardless, he walked by a garden on the way home. He remembered this now, if he remembered correctly, he'd met a certain someone here...

He turned away then, hoping to push it from his mind. Annnd then the smell of nicotine flooded his nostrils. Force sakes, he highly disliked cigarettes. Didn't see a use for smoking them, but people were odd in that way.

He looked up, realizing the smell was coming from above... And his eyes locked with those familiar.

He raised an eyebrow. Well, that was unexpected. Then a choice was presented to him.

Should he? Or should he not?

Well, he was never one to not take a risk.

"You know smoking's bad for young women, Enza" he finally spoke, the faintest traces of a smile beginning to twitch upon his features.

@[member="Aleidis Ijet"]

 

[Aleidis Zrgaat]

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

"In my case, so is gravity. And the rest of this planet." Aleidis pointed out dryly, leaning back on her branch as she puffed away. "Also, historically, heroism hasn't been good to me, either." She added for good measure. "But stress is bad for a person, too, and these prevent stress. Besides - my life expectancy off of Datar is short enough that I doubt cigarettes will kill me."

Adjusting her ski cap, Aleidis kept a weather eye on the Jedi while folding one leg over the other. "Out for a stroll, councilman Dragonsflame?" The black-eyed Ghostling inquired.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

A smirk crossed his face. He leaned against the tree and just idly watched the speeders fly by.

"You seem to have lived through enough that Ghostling lifespans don't apply to you, sweetheart" he remarked dryly as he cracked his sore neck. "Heroism seems to be good to you until a couple of corrupt political hobknockers that get de-powered soon after ruin it" he added for good measure, taking out his Holo Boy and turning it on as he spoke.

He looked back up at her with sleepy eyes as she asked her question. "I was actually on my way home, but I can't resist stopping for a pretty face" he remarked with that cheeky smile and demeanor that Aleidis hadn't seen in quite some time.

@[member="Aleidis Ijet"]

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Aleidis Ijet"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

The crowds of Coruscant were often heartless and ignorant to each other's plight. In Coruscant one rarely survived by helping others, the city may have been shining beacon of the Galaxy but it was as ruthless as any Sith-controlled planet ever was.

If Aleidis was keeping track on crowds in between reading her datapad she could notice one of them parting slightly in direction of the park. As the small partition crept closer onto the small oasis of green in the seas of concrete and durasteel she could see a grey and brown figure moving through them. The being was tall and slender, wearing tattered robes and tunics, vaguely resembling those of a Jedi, his face hidden under the hood but she could see that his arms and legs were wrapped in linen bandages, browned with spots of dried blood and caked dirt. From the grimace of those that looked upon him, or gave him a sniff, one could determine three things about the being. Homeless, leper, or both.

In truth it was the HK droid using one of his old disguises and bodies to keep organics away from bothering him. In his mind the diseases and plagues were to organics what electricity was to his kind, and he wouldn't want to get too close to somebody who was covered in lightning. He hoped that by visiting Coruscant he would get a moment of peace to practice his old art of painting, he didn't paint much of Coruscant but yet there were plenty of spots and scenes to capture there. And hopefully, he would come upon a scene to capture that day yet.

For that purpose the disguised droid held an easel with a canvas under his armpit, brush and that little paint mixing plank thing in his other hand.
He looked at the garden closer, nodding to himself slightly.
Good enough.
He thought as he saw the spot of green land among the greying background of bustling Coruscant, it would make a good symbol indeed.

But just as he thought about it some unheralded force smacked the canvas out of his armpit.
He turned to see a group of trouble-making youth ruffians.
"What do you think you are doing out in the open you decaying Sith-spit?"
His gaze would meet a cringing grin of one of the Lower Coruscant natives,
"And looks like you dropped your crap."
The young man hissed out as he pointed to the canvas, his buddies chuckled, some high-fives were exchanged.

HK closed his fist going through calculations of how to break the being's jaw with one clean strike and then dangle him over the walkway until the muscles in his leg would pull from his weight and pull of gravity.

His palms opened, relaxing as he looked down at the canvas. That wasn't him anymore. He saw violence, he lived in it, he had enough of it. The droid learned to adapt and be better than that now.
He simply nodded to the teenager.
"Yes, forgive me, my mistake."
He would bent down to pick up the canvas, the young man slapped it out of his grasp once more.
"Oops, looks like you're having some trouble today, old fool."
The young being would grin more.
HK just stared at the canvas and nodded slightly once more.
"It seems so, my hands are not as good as they were."
He would pick it up once more but before the boy could slap it out of his grasp he started to imitate violent coughing.

The teenanger cringed and backed away slightly as his buddies called out.
"Come on, T.J., let's get out of here before he infects us or sumthin', leave the old Sith bag to his rotting!"
"Yeah, let's get some MRE-burgers!"
He turned to his friends and high-fived them, walking away.

HK just picked up his canvas, entering the park square he would set up his painting stand over looking the tallest tree in the park. Nearby he saw a man, a Jedi seemingly, looking up to the tree and talking. The droid just shrugged it off, he didn't bothered scanning the tree for signatures, he didn't come there to adventure or get involved into politics, he came to paint.

He would take out few small painting canisters, mixing the paints and dipping his brush in them as he started to apply smooth initial strokes on the canvas.

The Force Users nearby, if they took notice to the small scene and the being, definitely could tell it was a Force dead of some sorts.

 

[Aleidis Zrgaat]

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="HK-36"]

Alei's expression soured to a frown with some speed. "I lost my arm to defeat a great evil, sacrificed my health and future for the RepublIc, and am constantly paranoid on edge because of the enemies I've made and the 'good' I've done." Aleidis pointed out narrowly. "I'm seventeen and I feel thirty. I act like I'm fifty. Can't blame all that on the Senate."

Aleidis leaned forward slightly, and now the droid painting them would doubtlessly notice he had an opportunity to illustrate a part of the Sentient condition: a young man and woman, separated by scant feet of distance, but with body language and expressions that suggested that parsecs lay between them. An incredible distance between two souls who had one been as close as two young people could be, a rift widened by pride and hurt.

Aleidis sat upright, her bare feet swinging slowly in the air. She could sense, almost feel an outstretched hand tying to bring her back to what it perceived as the righteous path. Joshua's hand. "How old are you now, Josh? Did I miss a birthday? I'm sorry if I did." The Ghostling admitted.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

He nods, his tone turning somber again. He let out a sigh. "There are days I wish I could take things like that back, the loss of the arm, the things that have happened to you... There are times where I curse Ben, bless his heart, for asking you to run for Supreme Chancellor. You've changed so much. A lot of it isn't your fault. The Force and this galaxy just work in different ways for different people" he said. Always honest, even in the face of people that he couldn't trust. A strength, yet a weakness. "But at the same time... I get a different vibe from you, aside from your... New views on the galaxy" he said. "It's almost as if you're more intelligent then when we met last. More experienced, more mature and more immersed in the ways of the galaxy. That might be why you... Well, feel thirty" he said, though a slight smile creeped up as he added "I don't think you act fifty yet. When you start acting as crazy as Carn and Syn, then we can talk"

A little jib, lighthearted. He wished, in the bottom of his heart, that these things hadn't happened... But there was nothing he could do for her now. A little piece of him felt guilty for casting that last vote at the last minute.. Sith Spit, what had he done? "I doubt you regret the seemingly broadened horizens, at least, but.. I wish you didn't have to suffer to gain it" he said quietly, closing his eyes as he put away the holo boy. His mood for games wasn't there anymore. He noticed the painter, the force dead painter from the corner of his eye.... But he didn't put too much focus on them for now. But he was always wary.

"Aye... You missed it" he said to the Ghostling's question. "21 now. Age stops mattering after a certain point. My birthday was just a regular day, a text from my father aside" he said. Indeed, there'd been no happiness, no celebration of life or anything different about his birthday. Actually, he'd spent it mourning. For Aleidis, ironically enough. The rest was spent teaching younglings, so they'd have the wisdom to survive another birthday themselves. A birthday well spent, if you want to at least think positive.

@[member="Aleidis Ijet"]
@[member="HK-36"]

 

[Aleidis Zrgaat]

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

"You're four years older than me, Josh, but I'm part of a different generation." Aleidis pointed out, leaning forward. "An older generation. Ever since Je'gan Olra'en tasked me with using his skills for the good of the Galaxy. I was part of the Jedi who failed at Roche. My peers are men like @[member="Darron Wraith"], who gave his very humanity to defend the peace, and women like @[member="Sky Kerberos"] who could only find redemption in war and struggled to accept love and light into her life."

"I find solace in the trials of @[member="Ashin Varanin"], and what she thanklessly gave - and took - for the Jedi Order. @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] struggled to retain her kindness, even as fate heaped mud and blood on her hands. @[member="Ben Watts"] was desperate enough to save the soul of the Republic that he offered me as a sacrificial lamb shortly before abandoning his post." She listed, counting off on her fingers. "I am the youngest and last of those masters, and the Galaxy you're making doesn't have room for legends like they were. They're fading away."

"It's my responsibility to protect the legacies of the past. Building a future is your generation's duty. Your duty." Aleidis explained. "But I'm not telling you what you don't already know, right? You've always loved kids."

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

He gave a sad smile. "You know where I was during that generation" he said, sighing. "I missed quite a bit, it seems. Being stuck in a Sith-built purgatory isn't fun at all. Then returning and finding myself at home with a generation that quickly begins to fall apart around me. It's not a good feeling at all" he said.

"They're people I don't want to see fade away, yet the galaxy seems to push them in that direction" he said, shaking his head. "I miss the hell out of Ben and Darron. Just like I missed the hell out of you when you disappeared"

He neglected to mention the fact that Aleidis was... Well, special. But she probably already knew that. If she didn't hold that place in his heart, they probably wouldn't even be speaking right now.

He nodded at her next statement. "We all have our responsibilities then" he said calmly, closing his eyes. "Yeah... I did always love kids" he said quietly. "Being a father's been a dream, you know that. As for my responsibilities... Yeah, I know what my job is. It's a job I'll die to see finished if need be" he said.

He looked back at her. "Is that what you hope to accomplish with these talks of militia and blood to members of the Republic, Alei? What is your real goal?" he asked, looking into her eyes. "What is this goal, truly, that's caused you to fight against and harm members of something that at one point, was your life just as much as it is mine right now? That's so big, that it's caused a rift between us when before we were inseparable?"

His words came directly from the heart now. He wouldn't mince words anymore. She deserved his honesty as much as he deserved hers.

@[member="Aleidis Ijet"]

 

[Aleidis Zrgaat]

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

"Exactly what I said in there. The Republic - and the Jedi Order - are walking an unjust path, and I don't have faith that the dark days are over." Aleidis replied flatly, stubbing out her cigarette and sliding the butt into a case rather than littering. "I didn't lead the Galaxy into complete peace by having faith that they'd want it. I did it by conspiring, planning, and taking action. On their own, everyone wants a peaceful tomorrow - but once you get them into groups, they start forming armies, making weapons, and then they start wanting to use those weapons and armies."

"Because while a person is inherently good, people are dumb."

"Regardless of whether you can keep the Republic from being a big bully or not, I won't let it be up to chance and maybes. I'm putting up the fences." Aleidis promised earnestly.

"I'm only starting here because I love the Republic and I hate what you've all let it become." Aleidis repeated. "Within the next year, I plan to make this a Galactic policy - by making any war so expensive and deadly for the offense that people will just stop going to war with each other. It won't be worth it anymore." She promised.

"With Boolon Murr, I engineered the treaty of Ithor and entwined the entire galaxy in a web of peace. This time, I have dozens of very powerful, very wealthy friends backing my efforts. I'm going to drag this Galaxy into a golden age of peace. Even if it's kicking and screaming the whole way."

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

"Is war ever worth it?" He asked, leaning against the tree. "You don't have to tell me twice hun. There aren't many of us who actually want war" he said. "Yeah, we have a sociopath or two. You and I both know who they are. But they don't constitute the entire body of work. The Republic and Jedi as a whole were never meant to be war machines. The Sith one, admittedly was necessary after their attacks, I'll give them that, but it should have stopped there. I'm just glad I was able to stop things from going too far" he said.

"You have my word, Enza, that I will do all I can to keep us from going to war. But if war blasts down our door, we have no choice but to answer, just as you don't fault the Fringe for going after us when the Republic attacked them. I can work toward us not being the aggressors, but if someone else does, there's not much I can do" he said calmly.

He smiled a bit at her future plans. "You have good intentions, Enza. You just have to be careful how you handle it. If you're not, you'll becomd the very thing that you despise" he warned. "Being a force toward ending war for the entire galaxy is an admirable task. Just don't let personal grudges sweep you up and get in the way of your mission"

"Just remember one thing... If Harkness takes the Republic to war without cause, without Selena around he knows full well that the Jedi won't be supportive, might even disalign themselves entirely. We have that over his head now, and he knows full well how many of us on the council feel" he said. "We'll defend the Republic if attacked, yes. we're guardians, that's something people forget. But what Sel and Harkness forgot at O'Reen is we aren't soldiers. That fact will be made clear if he tries anything" he said firmly.

He sighed, all this political talk made him sick. He motioned Aleidis down, over to him.

"Come here" he said quietly,

@[member="Aleidis Ijet"]

 

[Aleidis Zrgaat]

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

"Of course I'm careful. If I step out of line, I've lost my entire support network and everything I've worked for." She replied ardently. "I've learned more in the past month about how seductive the Dark Side is than fifteen years in that temple taught me - but I know myself pretty well. I AM the barsen'thor, you know. Not any flavor of stupid or weak."

When Joshua asked her to abandon her perch and approach him, Aleidis shook her head and remained seated up in the branches of the old tree. "Nope. No can do. I'm still upset with you." She informed him in a conversational tone. "I will remain out of reach."

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

He nodded. "It's a difficult path to take, Aleidis. But a rewarding one for the galaxy as a whole if you succeed, as long as you extend that to the galaxy at large and not just select targets"

While an insane idea, the prospect of militia hindering the efforts of governing bodies attempting unprovoked warfare actually appealed to him. If done right, it'd do the galaxy some good.

At her next response though, he gave a playful frown and crossed his arms. "Not even for a hug with your Enzi?" He asked with a jokingly hurt tone and quivering lip. He seriously had just wanted a hug, to hold her close again and be happy that she was alive and well. Who did she think he was? Circe? He wasn't going to put his lightsaber through her, though others in a position like that might be inclined to do so.

@[member="Aleidis Ijet"]

 

[Aleidis Zrgaat]

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

"The pity party won't work on me." Aleidis informed him, pointing one of her angular, bizarre feet down at him. "Like I said, I'm upset with you. It took you all of half a minute to lose faith in me, and ever since you've been hiding little warnings in your speech about grudges and such. You never once considered that maybe I was still working for the good of everyone, and that you might be on the wrong side of that, did you?"

Alei waved her good hand in a small circle, huffing in affront. "Never mind all the disrespect you showed me in front of your council. If it had been anyone else talking to me like that, I'd have made them pee themselves or stormed out or something." Aleidis complained. "You were very discourteous, and the opposite of supportive when I most needed it. And I don't often need it."

Aleidis let her accusing foot fall, relaxed again. "I reserve the right to be cross with you until I'm satisfied you've learned a lesson."

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

He sighed, and looked down, nodding a bit. He didn't fault her for that.

"Alright... I'm sorry" he said. "With everything that's happened lately, I don't know who or what to have faith in anymore, Enza. I keep dealing with lies and backstabbing and loss left and right. I don't keep myself as an open book very often anymore, only with very few. I don't trust very easily anymore"

"As for the council meeting.. I'll admit, I stepped out of line and let my emotions get the better of me. I was upset, I'll admit it" he said, sighing. "You meant so much to me, you were someone I loved and trusted more then anything else. Then you left, you disappeared without a trace, without even a hint to me, leaving me with the impression you were dead. I mourned for you, I grieved for you. And then for you to show up after all this time on O'Reen, attacking us... How do you think I felt? I didn't know what to think anymore. I was heartbroken. And that came out during the meeting and I'm sorry for that" he said.

He bit his lip as he stared at the ground. "... I just wish right now that we could start over. I don't care about arguing over whos right and whos wrong if that means losing you" he said quietly.

".... I don't want to lose you again" he whispered.

@[member="Aleidis Ijet"]

 

[Aleidis Zrgaat]

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

"Ssh. You're a Jedi master now, you're not allowed to cry over girls anymore." Aleidis warned teasingly, but not unkindly. She wasn't heartless, after all. "Aside from Saorise. I heard what happened - I'm very sorry."

Alei lay back enough that she fell backwards off the branch, hanging upside down with her knees and calves suspending her like an acrobat. While such a position did immodest things with a young lady's figure, Alei kept her shirt from billowing over her head with one hand, curving her back to look at him.

"Besides. I wasn't ever yours to keep, you know that." She pointed out carefully. "Maybe once, I could have been. But that time is long past and we both know it. Even Codi can't keep up with me, and she's pretty much decided that that's her purpose in life."

"To be honest? After Contruum, I wouldn't have minded death. To let my last act be getting rid of Velok and the dark staff, avenging Rhommamol and Osaria." Aleidis admitted. "But there's still things I have to do. Things I have to give."

"Codi doesn't understand that I just don't have time for fun. There's no room left. The Galaxy scooped everything out and left me a shell, and the only thing that keeps me going now is my vision of Galaxy at peace. Master Murr and Master Olra'en set me on that task, and Master Watts, too. Now it's what I've got left.it's who I am. If I ever accomplish it, then I'll let myself rest, and start working on forgiveness for the things I've done wrong."

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

He nods a bit as he listened. "Sometimes, I have regrets over what could have been" he admitted as he stared into her black eyea, himself leaning against the tree carefully. "But I understand. I never did say you were mind to keep... Even if there was a time I wished that was the case" he said, giving a small smile. "Codi's a lucky gal indeed, but alas... I wasn't referring to our young adult crushes. I meant more along the lines of the bond we've had for so long. Losing that, and losing you isn't something I'd like, but I understand now, now that everythings been laid out in the open that I won't see you much, may not ever repair what's been lost for a long time to come, if ever" he said. "The galaxy and the Force has chosen paths for us both... And I accept that"

He took a breath. "Perhaps one day you'll be able to bring the peace you seek, and then be able to rest and tie up loose ends..." He began.

He smiled, faintly before speaking again. "And when that day comes, I'll be here with open arms"

(Gonna sleep, stayed up an hour or so later then planned for you Will pick this back up in the noon)

@[member="Aleidis Ijet"]

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Aleidis Ijet"]

If the droid was able to listen on their conversation and had an opinion on their issues, he kept it to himself.
But he certainly thought about them, and now here they are.

It wasn't really his place to weight in on their quarrels anyway, or share what he learned through his wanderings since the Old Republic, right now he was in a state of carelessness when it came to dramatics and politics, all he focused on was the painting. In long flowing strokes the figure of a tree became to come together, the center piece extending from the green oasis, reaching into the sky like a being overjoyed at the radiation it found in the middle of dark metropolis. In smaller brushes he outlined the figures of the two, whatever they were, lovers, friends, frenemies, arguing in the middle of their dispute, he tried to capture in a mix of small fierce brushes the cauldrons of emotions stirring between them. The anger and pain they felt towards each other, old affections and hopes for their revival, hopes for future in general and the distant dream of Galactic Peace, and the very pain that lingered between them.
They may have been full of emotions, emotions HK still vaguely understood although he has been told that he emulated them well, or maybe even had them? Either way, they were a storm, Joshua and Aleidis, but he made them a small storm. They were no main piece, no tree that was able to survive in the middle of urban darkness and climb onwards in a foolish dream of reaching the clouds, they were only a detail, a small aspect of the whole painting.

What two such short lifespans were able to accomplish to make an impact in such a great Galaxy? They may take seats of power among their people, other organics, but that does not matter to the flow of the Force, the Galaxy, the currents of Life. One day, they will die, the people that they know will die, those they helped and caused to suffer will die, and most likely those that knew them will die as well, causing them to fade to obscurity just like many heroes of the past faded away after the terrible Gulag Plague. But the Galaxy, and the Force, it will keep on moving, spinning, shifting, changing, always in motion no matter who lives or dies in its embrace.

Same applied to HK, he lived since Old Republic and how much change he has caused? Terrible things still happened, at one point during his time he was held in a position of an adviser to the Old Jedi Council and headed diplomatic efforts with Mandalorians, he had exact goal as Aleidis has, to bring Galactic Peace, he even became a close friend of the Mandalore during that time, a man named Sammo'Halon whose memory he still holds dear to him. A decade later, HK was exiled and memory of him faded away, the people were back at their throats and Galaxy kept on spinning.

The droid wondered, as he kept applying the smooth strokes to detail position of the branches, if he would have to witness more of it? It felt slightly good, actually, just to watch others as they went along with their troubles, but not really care or get involved anymore. He barely recognized the two at a quarrel, Joshua was more familiar to him than Aleidis, he spoke with him more often when he was still a young padawan, and the droid looked at doings of the Jedi, although still seldom, more often that those of Senate and the Republic. Even if he would come face to face with Aleidis right now it would probably take a couple of minutes before he could connect her to her old positions, he still wouldn't know much about her.

Another smooth brush, he outlined a tree somewhere off to the side. Although he could be an ally in her cause, the droid never stopped trying to bring about peace in the Galaxy, although he, unlike Aleidis, believed this could be only done when the Sith are removed from Galaxy. He saw the Sith destroy Galactic Peace over and over again, causing only more wars and suffering, no matter what you would do the Sith will find a way to break peace. And allying or signing a non-aggression pact with the Sith? To him it was probably one of the silliest things one could do. He saw once whole delegation of Jedi wiped out when they met the Sith for negotiations and walked into a trap instead. He never trusted the Sith, he never will. And in current times, no matter how much he tried, it seems that his efforts for Grand Alliance, and peace, were always thwarted. When the Confederacy first came around the Galactic block he joined them under the guise of the Guildmaster to attempt to guide them into away from Sith influences. His biggest accomplishment was orchestrating removal of Circe Savan from the seat of Confederate power with help of particular infochant, as well as to persuade the current Grand Chancellor of the Republic, Ardak Serifen, to open up for non-aggression talks with the Confederacy. What happened to that? The Confederacy dropped the ball and they were more interested in expansion rather than non-aggression pacts and when they decided to look into that Ardak was removed from power.

Thankfully that worked out alright and it seems Confederacy is allied to the Republic now. The droid also tried to move cooperative negotiations between the Protectorate and Mandalorians, often volunteering to take part in aid for the Galactic Warrior culture, but their Mandalores keep changing and his efforts have to begin over again with each new one.
At this point, the droid just gave up, he decided to change his strategy and start out small, focus on one planet and make that what he wants the Galaxy to be, a peaceful prosperous place with no struggles, wars, or discrimination. And Abregado-Rae is still going, HK considers that to be success, although it required for him to take total control of the planet at first, any rebellions and bloodshed were avoided, and now, he has initiated plans to bring the power back to the native government and step back to govern his Academy on the planet's surface. Protectorate went into stagnation, other Galactic struggles continue, and he now cares little for what happens outside of Abregado.

The droid shook his head slightly as he calculated all of that and reminiscent. More smooth brushes on the canvas, more trees appeared to fill the blank spaces. He wondered if he will always stay like that? Will he remain removed yet content outside of everything that is going on or will something happen that will cause him to be pulled back in? Only future and fate will tell as his only main concern right now was just to paint.

He dipped the brush in water, removing the brown paint from the bristles before drying it a bit and dipping into a light blue paint mixture. He was going to make the sky between the sky scrapers soooo pwetty.