Well, at least they'll know how to start one in an emergency, I guess?

We were disusing ships in the First Order fleet and I managed to refer to Dreadnoughts as "Ugnaughts" no less than three times before the lunch bell rang. I decided that meant I was not in a state to be teaching other people today.

We assumed it would take a minimum of 10 cadets to. . . uh, convince her to cooperate. Maybe six if one of them was a Nautolan clone.

It took one. ONE.

Katie came in ready for this. She cracked her knuckles (I assumed that was a sign she definitely needed lubrication) and said, "Bring it on."

Most of the cadets sort of cowered in fear. A natural response, I'd say. I mean, she's a towering seven feet tall and programmed for security. She can be intimidating.

But one of the younger ones just said, "Please come take your bath now."

Katie was like, "You think asking nicely is going to get you what you want?"

She answered, "I was hoping it would, but I have a backup plan," and she produced a wrench from her tool kit.

Katie asked, "And what does a tiny youngling like you plan to do with that?"

She said, "I plan to get an A+ in this class. Now, you can get in the oil bath right this minute, or I can wait until you need to power down to charge, loosen a few bolts, and put you in the bath in pieces. Your choice."

Katie still has, like, a day and a half on her current charge, but the sheer gall of this cadet was enough to make her submit. I'm pretty sure no one has ever threatened her before. I think she was impressed.

Which is one reason why, for our next class, the "final exam" of this lesson will be K8-T3.

Sure, she loves a good spa day as much as any other droid, but she's not going to let them know that.

She asked, "Did you ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise?"

I said, "No."

She said, "Well, I haven't, either. Go to bed." Then she shut down for the night.

I'm making her a step stool, like I did for Deej and me on Val'enteen's Day.

Hers will have to be considerably larger, if she is to stand above the Nautolan clones, but that should be easy enough.

Had an easier time waking up with the help of those sun lamps. That was kind of nice.

Now I have to figure out how to make myself go to bed at a reasonable hour.

Katie kindly offered to to help, but some of her suggestions for forcing me to go to bed included words like "sleeper hold" and "blunt force," so I politely declined her services.

I realize that's probably not great for my health. I'm not exactly a young man anymore, and I won't be able to function like this forever.

It also doesn't help that the room where I sleep doesn't have windows. And even if it did, all I'd be able to see would be the dark void of space.

I just bought some artificial sun lamps for my quarters to see if they'll help. Best case, their light will simulate a day/night cycle enough to adjust my body to a more natural rhythm of sleeping and waking.

Worst case, I'll just have K8-T3 stand over my bed and shine them into my eyeballs at 6:00AM to encourage me to get my ass out of bed whether I want to or not.