Standard Disclaimer – I don't own Bio-Ware, KOTOR II, or Star Wars and am making no profit off this bit o'text. So please, don't sue.
Standard Jest Disclaimer – My other stories languish for skill to complete them, and my head is crowded by KOTOR II stuff anyway. So, here is hoping this character-fluff exorcizes some of the 'I wanna see more of Bao-Dur' ghosties lingering in my head. While I wasn't half as drawn to the Exile as I was Revan, there were definitely some nice supporting characters.
Golems
Delicate work. Circuits and capacitors, wires and metal. I've always found it fascinating the way these little pieces could form together to make something so much more than the sum of their parts. Nothing but a little electrical charge, lines of code, metal shell, and there - You have a thing that can heal or hurt. Your purposes made reality and bound in steel.
But even once bound, they can grow. My remote may not have a single original part left in him. His data processors have seen more than he was ever designed to, he has learned and he is physically different from when he was created.
But he's still my remote. Created by me and for what I deemed I needed him for. Permanence in the midst of change.
Just like she's still the General to me.
The pieces all fit together. Order even in the midst of chaos. Every soldier, every ship… just another diode or line to be placed. But that wasn't my job. That was hers. Mine was simply to provide the stable basis. Ships that kept running, weapons that kept firing. Each weapon simply another extension for her to use.
Except for the last one. That weapon that I created, enabled, gave power and life to. My hands and mind may have formed it out of the metal and cable, but I know that it was my hate, my anger and my vengeance that made the possibility of it exist. Sometimes I wonder if it hit the planet with more than just the energy it drew from the ships. If somehow it had drawn things from me as well. Those purposes of my heart, the destruction that I wished for, the suffering I would have begged any god I thought would answer for the Mandalorians to have…
It would have been enough, I think, to kill a planet.
And I guess that is why she remains the General to me, even in my private thoughts.
Everything has an order. And as long as I remember my order in what happened to Malachoir V, I will always remember her place in that order as well. It is not of the past. It is the present. What I did, what I enabled, may be a point in time to be lived and forgotten. But the echoes of it are inescapable.
They are still bound to my purposes.