I decided to look around the temple for a little bit, just to see what they had in the way of training exercises; most of them disappointed me, to say the least. Sure, most of the troopers there could shoot, but in their manner of going about the exercise was a painstaking annoyance to my nerves. I then looked closer, and saw that most of them were farmers and craftspeople, not soldiers. 'What a shame,' I thought to myself, and walked on. HK-47, being the faithful droid that he is, did as he was told and stayed with the ship, which was helpful to me, since I didn't need to keep telling him to not vaporize everyone. After a brief tour, I finally got to my ship...where my brother was waiting for me.
"I'm out of service," I told him gruffly. He replied, "Scum are always welcome but we can take more."
"No offense I've seen your grand crusaders and they're all farmboys or scum. They could only shoot for their meals."
"You clearly missed the crack shot Imperial traitors."
"I thought you were the only suicidal di'kut who thought they could switch sides in a war against the Empire and win."
"I'm not even the only clone. However genocidal maniacs tend to dull the enthusiasm of the Empire's brightest warriors."
"So you're all in a big happy party?"
"That's one way of putting it."
"So cut the osik and tell me why you showed up."
"I was just going to ask if you still had HK…"
"Yeah, why?"
"Go to Raxus Prime and see if you can find any components that might help him remember something. Four thousand year old droids tend to need some prompting when it comes to such matters of memory."
"I don't want to go dumpster diving."
"Hey those components are probably all over the galaxy, I'm just saying, the Seps found the Dark Reaper's Force Harvester there."
"The what?"
"Oh right you weren't on that mission," he thought aloud for a moment, "I wonder if we could set up a Rebel base on Thule…"
"Focus," I stated, "Look I know you so I know you want to come along."
"I would love to," he motioned over his shoulder, "except I have a war to win."
"So you don't want to help with the Jedi stuff," I asked almost incredulously. Here my brother, the man who named himself Jedi Commando, a man who worshipped anyone with a lightsaber that wasn't red, and a man who had Force powers, refused to go on a quest for one the most famed Jedi Knights in history. I replied in awe, "You really don't want to leave?"
"Nope," he shrugged, "I guess our roles are reversed. You're on a Jedi's quest and I'm staying to fight a war."
"I think that just proves you're crazy."
"Maybe I am. I'm just trying to stay where I can do the most good. Right now that's with the Rebellion and not some dead man's tomb."
"Ok…" I muttered, "Just don't fall in love with anything?"
"What fall in love with a cause? I think I went hopelessly down that road."
"I mean don't fire your blaster around wildly."
"Right. I'll just be going," he muttered rather cryptically. He began to saunter off before I forcefully grabbed his shoulder and spun him around to face me. Then he muttered sarcastically, "Do be less gentle next time."
"Forget the sarcasm and tell me what you did?"
"What makes you think I did anything?"
"Seriously, I know you too well. You haven't been showing off your lightsaber have you?"
"Undesii mate," he chuckled as he shrugged my hand off my shoulder, "She's a Mando'ade girl. You don't have to worry about a thing."
"Ibac copikla."
"Don't let her hear that," he joked as he strode off. I put my hand in my face and shook my head slowly. Meanwhile HK had left the ship and emerged by my side. I looked up at him as he looked back at me with glowing photoceptors with an inquisitive look, if he could have something of the sort. I asked, "Do you want to kill something."
"Statement: Oh master, I would so desperately love to crush some meatbag necks!" The pure and unadulterated joy in the droid's metallic voice was evident as he seemed to imagine the murder of some unfortunate fellow. I motioned silently to follow me on to the ship which he did without question.
"Hey HK," I asked curiously. He began, "Inquiry: How may I serve you master?"
"Do you have any circuits or parts missing, oh say, across the galaxy?"
"Answer: Master, I believe I am incomplete due to past experiences under various masters. Commentary: I do feel rather naked knowing I am not one hundred percent complete. This would not be functional for properly eliminating meatbags and other targets. Query: Is this what you silly meatbags would refer to as embarrassment?"
"Ask my brother," I responded. The droid jerked mechanically to look at me then asked, "Query: The Jedi one or the millions of others?"
"The Jedi one."
"Statement: Yes RC-2213 a rather interesting meatbag. Mockery:" I then heard the droids servos transiting into Jang'buir's Concord Dawn accent that my brother inherited and began, "I want to move rocks with my head! Perhaps I can go kill myself so I can save other useless meatbags! Meatbags are lovely creatures! What if I use the Force to make meatbags eat rainbows and sunshine?"
I burst out in laughter as I heard HK go into detail of how vexing he found my brother to be. I finally regained enough composure to ask, "HK, do you know where your missing parts are?"
"Answer: Sorry master, I do not. Query: would you like to search?"
"I would. I think they'll help me find out about your old master."
"Statement: Very well master. Commentary: I do enjoy you are going on this quest to honor my former master, Revan's, memory."
"Mandalorians appreciate good warriors," I shrugged as I put co-ordinates into my cockpit display, "Revan was the best the Jedi ever had."
"Statement: This is true. The Jedi meatbags never had the spines to do what was required in war."
"Good," I replied, "Now let's go to Raxus Prime. I do apologize, there won't be many organics to kill," the droid seemed to be depressed by this then I added, "Although there will be plenty of malfunctioning droids that are interfering with your goal of eliminating meatbags."
"Commentary: I would much prefer to slaughter meatbags, however droids interfering with the master's work will have to do quite nicely."
