Lassa had been wanting to come to the museum for a few weeks now. Work had been keeping her busy, but she found a reprieve this day and used it to catch the museum before it closed.

She walked through much of the ancient section with relatively little interest... What she came to see was the way the last century was understood by the curators of the museum. Her own life was currently a fabrication of past events... and even for a fabrication it was a disingenuous one at best.

History... Herstory... Mystory... This planet’s story...

She walked the halls, read the placards, looked intently at the paintings and pictures... all the while trying to figure out what what missing. What in this story is not being said... What story is important enough that no one dares mention it?

SCaT decided it would be important to take a second look at this museum, this time paying more attention to the more natural elements of the planet. Looking intently at the ancient history, trying to answer an important question. What qualities make up a good leader, and what can SCaT do to emulate them?

It was not a common sight to see a B-1 unit in a museum... That was certainly something of note to a woman looking for a missing piece.

The Separatists... What would make this particular world long for the Separatists...

She gave a second glance to the droid before the moment of recognition came to her.

Ahh, that comic duo on the transport.

She continued to monitor its movements for a while, unable to remove the droid from her subliminal notice.

There is a common pattern in the ancient history, people living in an environment of constant struggle who nonetheless work to build a better future. It contrasts greatly from the displays of the civil war, where there is nothing but machines of war pointing their weapons at targets, looking only to destroy. No, these ancient folks are the true story of the Bellionasians(?). The empire needs people to believe their narrative, and there is one undeniable fact Bellionas was not part of the Republic for thousands of known history, and these people prospered without the help of those that Palpatine represents.

She found a way to float over near the droid and stepped up next to it at one of the displays.

“Come here often, sir?” She asked in a nonchalant manner.

"This is my second time here, there's been a lot of work I need to get done for my boss. Lot of stuff that needs fixing. "

“And that work is done here?” She asked with a bit of intrigue and confusion mixed.

"In between gigs right now. The bikes I worked on raced today, figured I would take some time to myself before getting a new task. Lots of work to be done, just need to see the signs. If I recall correctly, you work for the empire right?"

“Re- Recall? Have we had a conversation before this? I remember seeing you on the ship coming here...” She replied.

"Well, my memory banks seem to have pulled up a certain bit of programming. It seems that my new owner has been on the Talzian before and made sure to implement knowledge of those who I might meet while conducting my duties. You are Ms. Tenro right?"

“That is correct.” She nodded.

“What else is registered in your memory about me?”

"Well, you seemed to keep to yourself mostly with the exception of when droids started talking and came from the planet Kamda. You are working for that famous biologist Dr. Novar right?"

She nodded, “That is correct. Impressive... I wouldn’t think that I would warrant any kind of attention. And who was it that you say is your new owner?”

"A mr. Solark Tan. I don't know if you've met him before. "

She shook her head, “I don’t believe I’ve had the honor yet.”

She then tried to link back up to the original topic, “He’s into racing then? Since you’ve been working on the bikes...”

"Well, he likes working on mechanical objects in general, but I would presume he does have an attraction to racing."

“I see. And what do you have an attraction to?” She asked with a crooked smirk on her lips.

"Good droids do whatever they are programmed to do and like it."

“And are you a good droid?” She asked.

"Yes I am. 3CaT at your service mam."