Location: Cardea Medical Centre
Timespan: Prior to the death of Ashin Varanin at the Invasion of Lujo
He was her first real friend, her first companion and protector outside of her parents, and her first pet, all rolled into one. A gift, tying her all the way back to when she was all but five years old, from a man she had called Uncle Valik; one of many figures from her childhood that had vanished or died - either way, gone, to the extent of her knowledge. Adas was a loyal one, a fierce one, and his fifteenth year had come and passed with no indications of him slowing down, his sixteenth year already well in swing. Already he had passed the outlier lifespan mark of the average domesticated dog, and to her that was a cause for concern. It wasn't a matter of if, but a matter of when, and that when was an unknown.
She had known, with Adas being her protector, that he could be taken from her unexpectedly in doing his duty, but so many years and he was still here. The unknown wasn't often a cause for fear, by virtue of the conditions surrounding approximately three-quarters of her own life - growing up in the Unknown Regions, et al - but Adas was a constant, a finite one, and she couldn't envision a life without him. So she did what she knew best, and began to research.
She started with square one: what was Adas made of? She was well aware that he was a creation, and had been able to see some markers of indication for some other species she had come across in her years of continuing self-directed studies, but that said nothing of how he was put together, or if there was anything else she hadn't seen. She spent more time than usual watching the canine ever since this worry of hers became action, but nothing else had been apparent... which brought her here, to the Cardea Medical Centre, orbiting Sullust.
Samples had been sent on ahead weeks prior to her arrival, for DNA testing and profiling, tasks for which the Peregrine was as ill-equipped as she was. She had a fair idea of what was involved, despite that. She was, for obvious and not-so-obvious reasons, anxious, yet also impatient. There was also the ever-persistent wish that she could just call the creator up, ask, and pick his brain, but some part of her relished chasing down answers and extrapolating what comes next, herself. Next to her, another constant companion sat, and she furtively glanced at him, before slipping her fingers around the edge of his nearest hand while waiting for someone from the lab to come give and explain the results.
"Thank you for never saying that Adas is 'just a dog'," she said, "I'd probably have tried to wring your neck if you did," she continued, a wane smile stretching her lips from the small bunch they became with thought, "or something."
This girl's best friend never had, and never would be precious stones.
[member="Liam Quez"]
Timespan: Prior to the death of Ashin Varanin at the Invasion of Lujo
He was her first real friend, her first companion and protector outside of her parents, and her first pet, all rolled into one. A gift, tying her all the way back to when she was all but five years old, from a man she had called Uncle Valik; one of many figures from her childhood that had vanished or died - either way, gone, to the extent of her knowledge. Adas was a loyal one, a fierce one, and his fifteenth year had come and passed with no indications of him slowing down, his sixteenth year already well in swing. Already he had passed the outlier lifespan mark of the average domesticated dog, and to her that was a cause for concern. It wasn't a matter of if, but a matter of when, and that when was an unknown.
She had known, with Adas being her protector, that he could be taken from her unexpectedly in doing his duty, but so many years and he was still here. The unknown wasn't often a cause for fear, by virtue of the conditions surrounding approximately three-quarters of her own life - growing up in the Unknown Regions, et al - but Adas was a constant, a finite one, and she couldn't envision a life without him. So she did what she knew best, and began to research.
She started with square one: what was Adas made of? She was well aware that he was a creation, and had been able to see some markers of indication for some other species she had come across in her years of continuing self-directed studies, but that said nothing of how he was put together, or if there was anything else she hadn't seen. She spent more time than usual watching the canine ever since this worry of hers became action, but nothing else had been apparent... which brought her here, to the Cardea Medical Centre, orbiting Sullust.
Samples had been sent on ahead weeks prior to her arrival, for DNA testing and profiling, tasks for which the Peregrine was as ill-equipped as she was. She had a fair idea of what was involved, despite that. She was, for obvious and not-so-obvious reasons, anxious, yet also impatient. There was also the ever-persistent wish that she could just call the creator up, ask, and pick his brain, but some part of her relished chasing down answers and extrapolating what comes next, herself. Next to her, another constant companion sat, and she furtively glanced at him, before slipping her fingers around the edge of his nearest hand while waiting for someone from the lab to come give and explain the results.
"Thank you for never saying that Adas is 'just a dog'," she said, "I'd probably have tried to wring your neck if you did," she continued, a wane smile stretching her lips from the small bunch they became with thought, "or something."
This girl's best friend never had, and never would be precious stones.
[member="Liam Quez"]