"Yeah, they ran a trade school, taught people to be nurses and plumbers and fix speeders and things. Before the trouble, I mean."

"Mmhmm.  And then the trouble came."

"Yeah, that was," he sighs. "Some asshole company or something opened a mine and didn't want to pay for workers, decided they'd rather just hire some slavers to round up a town instead. Sucks, but, what are you going to do."

"...I mean, theoretically, violent resistance, fleeing, or both of those options, but...yeah, that's only temporary at best with the Empire's backing."

She sighs.  "Sith.  I just don't understand the overall mindset."

"...I guess it could have been Sith. They didn't really tell us anything."

"It probably wasn't a Sith personally putting the boot on your neck, but the Republic, despite its own faults, abhors slavery.  The Empire encourages it."

"I guess. Was that all you wanted?"

"How do you want to be remembered?"

"...hm."

"I guess sit in a garden with a droid for a while, or something? That's always where I liked being."

"...Yeah, I can do that."

That's not the sort of answer she was expecting...but that doesn't mean it's bad.

"Thanks."

....if he doesn't have anything further to say, she'll let the holocron power down for a bit.  That was...

Born in different circumstances, and not Force-sensitive, she could've been him.

Pradnakt wraps her in a hug from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder.

...Yeah.  She needs that hug.

"...a lot of their stories..."  Were like his; could have been hers, she doesn't say.

"They deserved so much better."

"...I just don't understand how Sith culture became, encourages, this.

"No-one benefits from biological slavery, when droids are readily available, and they are readily available.

"I have my own problems with the way droids are developed, but...it's just nonsensical.  Unless they're doing it to make people suffer for suffering's sake, which is itself absurd!"

Squeeze. "The financial side works out about the same, they don't benefit but they aren't losing money, either. They don't have to... want harm, just not care."

"...How are they breaking even compared to not-droids?  They have to pay to escape-proof everything!"

"No, there's..." Daisy's busy and she left the datapad in the other room. "Thing - implant - bomb - one-time cost."

"..."

Oooooh wow that's a lot of anger she's experiencing.

"...that would...make the logistics...somewhat...plausible.

"The quality downgrade, however, because resentful people don't do...no, they would probably think it an upside if they could sell people on repairs.  ...I have discovered that I really quite hate slavers, incidentally."

"Mmmmhmm."

"...yeah.  It feels like the sort of emotion that makes lightning.  I was...aware of the morality of slavery, or rather the constant, consistent lack of morality, but the feeling so strongly about it...that's new, even though it kind of isn't."

"Yeah. That happens, when you get close enough for details. Want to go - katas?"

"...debating the appropriateness of conditioning hatred to lead to violence."

...

"...seems rather unwise, to do so without prior consideration.

"But.  I have considered.  And found distance.

"So, yes.  Katas sound lovely, to burn this off."

She gives her another little squeeze, and unhugs. "Company?"

"Yes, please."

...Diana can stalk, when she's angry.  And this sort of anger...it's not a flash in the pan, it's a burning, fuming coal.

She's not sure katas will actually help.

Well, Pradnakt can come with her and wait to see if they do, and suggest they spar if not.