[member="Karen Roberts"]
While Karen was messing around with the traditional Gados Somb'rae'ro in the planet's spaceport,
HK was in the Industrial District he has helped raise with his formation of Guild of Hammers, specifically the Graphite Fletching Facilities. Echani Graphite is a tough material, as tough as the Mandalorian Iron, and it can be made out of any old carbon products, but the problem with it is, it needs special process, called Graphite Fletching, to be created, and then it can only be made in cylindrical form, such as the shafts of Phrik-tipped spears HK has designed for his soldiers, or as barrels which could safely hold ammunition for his troops.
Anyway, there was clanging and clinking noises heard outside of the facility, the sounds of workers and machines inside manufacturing the Graphite products. And, of course, as with everything under HK's regime, there was also heard a
song.
The writer plays an intro melody on a piano.
Inside the facilities machines whirred as coal, simple stone, and wood were brought in, chipped and smelted, refined into pure carbon, which in turn was made into Graphene. Hammers clung on anvils as they struck hot metal, Gados, Human, and Herglic workers groaned as they spun the cycled Graphene into Graphite Shafts.
"Born of heat and carbon hair, and ancient lore combining."
One Gados in a protective apron and gloves begun as using a machine he twisted the long thin strands into a straight thinner cylindrical shaft of Graphite
"This blackened force, both foul and fair, has a graphite heart worth mining."
The black shaft of Echani Graphite dropped into a cart with others, ready for further production.
Meanwhile, HK watched the process, walking along a catwalk above the production floor with two of his Greycloak guards trailing behind him, large Pikes of Rae were in their hands, using them both as a symbol and staves at the moment, they weren't expecting to use them much on Abregado-Rae, there weren't many people on the planet who wanted the droid dead.
"So pierce a Sith's heart, cold and clear, strike for love,"
In another section of the factory workers answered, on special anvils they were sharpening the spear-heads made from phrik and attaching them to Graphite shafts. Installing the super-heated tough but light metal on the black shafts with good and true strikes of their pneumatic hammers before ensuring they were properly sharpened.
"And strike for fear, see the beauty, sharp and sheer."
"Cycle carbonate around!"
Workers from the Graphite portion answered,
"And fletch the Graphite Heart!"
"Hup!"
One of them gathered the ready shafts, making sure they were secured in the cart,
"Ho!"
They pushed the cart, engaging its repulsorlifts to move the shafts towards the phrik smithy area of the facility.
"Watch your step!"
They warned those scurrying about the facility, working,
"Let it go!"
Another worker called out as another cart of shafts started to make its way through the facility,
"Hup! Ho!"
The workers did their thing, creating strong graphite shafts,
"Watch your step! Let it go!"
Their work continued,
"Beautiful!"
The phrik worker called out as he rose the prepared phrik spear-head towards a light of a nearby light to inspect it and its design in the light
"Powerful!"
Another said, taking the black graphite shaft and putting the phrik spear-head on it, putting it on the anvil he prepared to hammer in the two pieces together,
"Dangerous!"
Yet another just finished hammering, he took the black spear with silver phrik point in his hands, testing its weight and length,
"Hot-hot-hot-hot!"
A Gados worker in protective gear juggled a piece of phrik that came out of the forge, rough shape of the spear-head already seen as he played hot-potatoe with it before putting it on the mechanical anvil.
"Graphite has a magic we can control."
The workers sang out as another batch of Spears of Rae was being prepared, its telescopic forms being placed together, electronic systems and ejecting mechanisms installed.
"Stronger than one! Stronger than ten! Stronger than a Herglic man!"
"Harruump!"
They continued singing, large figures of Herglics in protective gear seen among the workers, their population had a presence on the planet since the regime of the Galactic Imperium.
"Born of heat and carbon hair, and ancient lore combining. This blackened force, both foul and fair, has a graphite heart worth mining!"
The workers continued their labor-song, the humming of machines accompanying their tune,
"So pierce a Sith's heart, cold and clear,"
"
Stabbed through the heart, and HK's to blame, he gives Smiths a bad name!"
One of the Gados workers sang out before being promptly smacked on the back of his head by one of his companions
"Strike for love, and strike for fear!"
The spears were loaded onto the carts going to the Barracks of Iron Company, where they'll be handed out to HK's troops and planetary militia.
"There's beauty and there's danger here, cycle carbonate around!"
Finally, one of the workers noticed HK watching them from the catwalk above, he gestured to some of the workers around, word was quickly passed,
"Beware his Iron heart."
The droid watched them silently, it seemed some of them had a bit of a grudge against his dominating methods of keeping the planet under his watch, and the warring he has lately done in helping factions against the Sith. Well, it's not like he was going to stay in the office much longer, the Legislative Body was well under way, soon enough Abregado will be able to choose their own Observer, and their own laws.
And the droid will retort in the best way he could.
A song number.
HK stepped to the rail of the catwalk, spreading his arms as he started,
"
Let it g-"
"Sir!"
A Gados voice interrupted HK.
The droid slowly lowered his arms, looking to the side at the foreman,
"
Yes?"
The Gados nodded simply, stepping forward, handing HK a datapad,
"Workers here has started a petition few months ago, and it went around the larger settlements of the planet."
The droid nodded slightly, looking over the large electronic list of names and signatures,
"Sir.. We want to abolish the requirement for musical numbers in workplace.. As well as the required musical numbers during national holidays."
The droid slowly looked from the datapad to the Gados
"
Very well, if the people will it-"
He looked back to the datapad, taking the stylus,
"
On the surface of Abregado-Rae, no more shall songs in workplace or during national holidays be a requirement."
And so he signed the datapad and the workers called out in triumph,
"Hear that, lads? We don't have to do these bloody songs anymore!"
"Huzzah!"
"Haaaarump!"
Little did droid knew, that day would be immortalize on Abregado-Rae in multiple paintings.
As well as become a national holiday celebrated with a musical number.