Writer's notes: UPDATED 11/20/06 by Candace and Alice.

More on HK. I need a droid like this. This part is more 'tongue in cheek' with a little social commentary. The title ties in with HK as the sleeping lion and will tie in Zaalbar and Freyyr as well. In my lack of overall SW knowledge, I tend to use everyday items like wine or commonly known flowers/animals,etc. I've been told about cigaras, refreshers, and caffa, so let me know if you see anything and I do add it in.

I like irony, so I throw a bit of it in from time to time. Alan, have you figured out the Biblical character reference, ye Bible scholar?

In the Jungle, the Quiet Jungle, the Lion Sleeps Tonight – Part I

Coruscant – One and a Half Years Ago

Senator Torki stood in his luxurious office, admiring the awards and trinkets on the walls. Satisfied with his own accomplishments, he strode back to his desk over plush carpet with a floral pattern.

He gently tapped a rust-colored droid that stood beside the desk; his personal valet and bodyguard. "Droid, have you squeezed my constituents for more campaign contributions yet."

"Affirmation: I have indeed, Master. The lunch money that I seized from the little boy will go far to get you reelected."

Torki nodded offhandedly, a bit distracted. "Good…good…. Make sure that those giving the most are amply rewarded through contracts. We must keep our friends happy and our enemies…well…dead preferably."

"Supposition: If your opponents were to…say, fall from the Senate Building, would that increase your chances of reelection, Master?"

The Senator stopped and then gave the droid his full attention. "Why…yes! Yes it would. Could you arrange that?"

"Affirmation: I could indeed, Master, but you would have to realign my ethical protocol matrix. I can guide you through it."

With the droid's help, the Senator switched a few chips and rewired a couple of circuits.

"Voila!" Torki said.

"HK Forty Seven is ready to serve, Master!"

The Senator smiled. "HK Forty Seven? Hmmm, excellent. Well, make my enemies disappear. Remember, this does not come back to me, right?"

"Assurance: Of course not, Master. You are as invisible as a ghost. I shall depart immediately."

As HK-47 tromped out of the office. Senator Torki lean back on his solid, Wroshyr Wood desk and breathed a sigh of relief.

How convenient…That droid has been a lifesaver! Oh, it's almost time.

There, Torki stood, tall and lean, grooming his thick salt and pepper hair. He then straightened his hand-tailored blue suit and lime green ascot. He checked himself in the mirror. "You handsome devil, you."

As expected, the intercom buzzed. "Senator, M'Lady Buxley Boode is here to see you, Sir. I see you have an appointment for an in-depth review," his secretary announced in a nasal tone.

"Ahem…yes, thank you. Make sure we are not disturbed…and tell my wife that I'll be working late," replied the Senator as he squirted atomized cologne around his neck.

The double doors opened and a ravishing young blonde strode in and right to the arms of the powerful politician.

Coruscant – The Senatorial District

Over the next few days, the holo news broadcast, Coruscant Network News, announced the mysterious deaths of numerous political hopefuls. A dark-haired reporter stood over a ventilation shaft down into the underdeeps of the city. "Sources indicate that Congressman Flippo tripped and fell down this five kilometer shaft into the energy core. What he was doing here is anyone's guess. This is Dolores Diva reporting."

Another channel offered a similar story…. "This is Adam Atom reporting live from the home of Congressman Doggleboon, where sources say a terrible tragedy has occurred. It was reported that the Congressman was despondent over the upcoming election, in which he was running against Slide Torki for the Thirteenth Senatorial District. Despite the incumbent, Torki's massive war chest, Doggleboon was neck and neck in the polls. Apparently, the stress of the race was too much for Doggleboon and he placed his own head in the toilet, flushing himself to death…. This is Adam Atom, reporting live."

On the day of the polls, Senator Torki was the only name on the ballot for the 13th District.

Senator Torki's Campaign Headquarters

As the victory celebration wound down, Slide Torki stepped away from the spotlight and into a private room. There, stood HK-47, waiting dutifully.

"Magnificent job, HK!" said Torki, slapping the droid on the back.

"Thank you, Master. Revelation: Master, during my culling of the political herd, I discovered some information, that will be of interest to you."

The Senator perked up and HK continued, "I was…given these financial records by Congressman Doggleboon before he…er…drowned himself and there are numerous transactions between he and…your wife. Hotels, dinners, theater…."

"What?"

"Master, what's more is that I then analyzed your wife's records and there are also numerous transactions between she and your aide."

"What? Oh, who does she think she is? I'm Senator Slide Torki! She can't do this to ME! Dammit…. That's it, HK, kill her!"

"Accepting: Yes, Master. It shall be done," said HK as he stomped off in search of prey.

Minutes went by as Torki moaned and groaned, downing three glasses of wine. With a frustrated shout, he threw the glass down. "I can't do this! I still love her. I must stop HK."

He rushed out and ran to the other end of his campaign headquarter and burst through the door to find his young wife in the arms of his aide.

Without batting an eye, he ran over. "Thanks be that you are still safe!"

The couple blinked and Torki's wife said, "Slide, what are you doing?"

Slide exhaled deeply. "Mora, I'm so sorry. I've been such a heel. I-" he started, when HK burst in.

"Meatbag kebob, coming right up, Master."

Torki froze. "HK, don't do this. I'm ordering you to stand down."

"Regret: I cannot do that, Master. Your configuration of my protocols prevents me from aborting a mission. I must continue."

The droid lowered his rifle at the couple, who began to scream. Just as the muzzle of the rifle flashed, Torki dove in front of his wife and the bolt sliced into him.

"Irritation: Master, why did you do that? I cannot kill my own master. Statement: Shutdown pro…to…cols…init…iating….brttz."