"Makes sense.  You're - not gonna replicate the really stupid Sith-pedagogy things, if you do, right?  Nooo creating incentives for your apprentice to murder you, I'd be very sad about it!"

Cheek-kiss.

    "Yes ma'am."

aa, kiss...

That's good, then.  Pradnakt can have thankful snuggles in return for this agreement.

Mmm, snuggles.

Too much more of this and Pradnakt's probably going to - yep, she's fallen asleep.

Then Diana will carry her to bed, if Daisy thinks that's a good idea?  Chairs aren't good for sleeping in!

That does seem for the best.

Thrn Pradnakt gets tucked into bed, tenderly.  "...she's really wonderful.  I don't know what I could possibly have done, to make the Force making this coincidence happen be worth it."

"She likes you too, ma'am."

"That's, good.  That's good.  She should have nice things."

(...That is certainly a sentence she just said.  She doesn't really understand why it felt that immediately-relevant, but...somehow it did, so she said it.  ...There's probably some psychological thing lurking behind the thought, really, but...does she really have the time and constitution for finding it, picking apart herself?  Probably not right now, nor anytime soon.  Today has been...strenuous.  She's not adding more strain.)

...yeah she's not touching that. "Yes ma'am."

"Did you ever talk to her about getting the anti-memory-wipe update?"

"No ma'am, I'll probably have an opportunity before dinner."

"It's probably something we want to have sorted out sooner rather than later, though since we're going to be traveling for a few days it's not urgent."

And speaking of droids...she should probably check on the guard droid.  Make sure that went well, give them the packet on preferences...

It's not too hard to find him, he's taken up a post just inside the cargo bay with a good view of the space.

"Hello ma'am," he says when she enters.

"Hello.  I believe I mentioned a datapacket on preferences, earlier?  This is that; peruse it and develop an opinion thereupon.  Also - I do not know the capabilities of your model, which is important to understand if we are working and fighting together.  Though if you decide to take up gardening that's quite alright as well, really; I can certainly handle myself in a fight."

"Yes ma'am." He reports on his capabilities: he's on the well-armored side for a battle droid, with powerful blaster cannons that swivel out from under the protective plating on his shoulders when needed and a shield generator in each forearm; for programming, in addition to the basic capabilities necessary for a battle droid he's able to serve as a squad captain, taking battle commands from biological leadership and coordinating other droids to achieve them.

...Nine, you may have broken this biological; once that report was done she spent a solid minute just staring off into the middle distance and then gave an evil giggle.

"I have so many ideas.

"...most are about combat-related upgrades, though if you want to start cultivating bonsai I can still probably think of something.  Aheh."  That was not a laugh, she just...pronounced 'aheh'.

"Yes ma'am."

(What's a bonsai? Well, if he needs to know they'll probably tell him.)

"Also, you have local 'net access; you can and probably should read up on anything you don't know.  Rumor has it that having more varied data in your brain helps with responding to plans going to shit.  And they always go to shit, since the enemy plans too.  Don't normally have the holonet on, but there's local copies of encyclopedias and technical manuals and probably there will soon be extra poetry, it's on the requests list for the next bunch of - mmm, probably shouldn't say.  But there will soon be extra poetry if you're interested.  Which is unlikely but possible."

"Yes ma'am, I'll see to it."

(What's poetry? Well, he'll find out, apparently.)

He'll also find out what bonsai is!

Diana will be in her laboratory for a while just drafting possible improvements.

Electric hands, wiring in additional blasters, plans for a swarm of subordinate drones built off of the same techbase that produced the hovering droids new Jedi use to train deflection...rocket boosters in the legs, and while she's at it why not copy a subordinate class-five software module from R4...Upgrade his power generation, probably...

And he reads. First: what's in the packet?

"What is a preference and why does this human think you might have or want any", by the inimitable R4-M27!

As well as a bunch of other study on desires, and those who do or do not have them.

According to R4, Diana is a hopeless romantic for the ideal of liberation and self-fulfillment of anyone that can think - not that droids should be forced to not have masters, or decide things on their own, per se, but that it should be a droid's uncoerced (coercion being, e.g., via restraining bolts or more deeply-engrained code shackles) choice to have masters or abdicate decision responsibility.

That's strange, but... good? Probably? He'll have to think about it. Plenty of time for that in his line of work, conveniently.