Moira Skaldi
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"They say she thinks of herself as a Chaos Goddess, do they not? The Butcher of Gehenna. It is always fascinating to see how, when knocked off their pedestal, her kind is nothing. So eager to flaunt their power, bestride the Galaxy like colossi, never thinking that even gods can...fall."
But even a dead god could drea, Moira remembered that line from her days on Artam. As an aspiring priestess of the Ecclesia. When she had still been bound to organic delusions, lived in ignorance of the greater Galaxy. "The Bando Gora adopted her into their pantheon, yes. For decimating their ranks and killing their 'gods'. I imagine she liked this more than she would be comfortable admitting. She excels at lying to herself." Something, as she knew, could be said about all organics, but no reason to say that just yet.
Cold, lifeless, blue eyes, as fathomless as an abyss flickered over towards her partnet in conversation. Anael was dressed in military uniform, her flaming red hair framing features that would be considered beautiful, though marred by scars, not that Moira cared about such details. Her hazel eyes reflected pure fervour and fanaticism. The sort Moira was intimately familiar with - there had been a time when she had believed. The fact that by pursuing a cause to eradicate all sentient life and usher in an age of metal purity she was a mirror image seemed to escape the Metal Princess. The room was sterile, devoid of any personal touch. Outside heavily armoured guards stood, armed to the teeth with bolters and grenades, their sharp features obscured by visored helmets that left them as faceless automatons, cogs in a machine.
"The dead cry out for justice. Forcers have brought terror and destruction to this Galaxy, making it their playground to carry out their religious war. Roche, Metalorn, Gehenna, Manaan, the list goes on and on. The Atrisians had it right with the idea that they must be controlled...but they did not go nearly far enough," Anael continued speaking, passion in her tone. "'Luminous beings we are. Not these crude plebeians'," at that she scoffed before focusing on the view before her. "Your aid in obtaining her was invaluable. Funds have been transferred to your account. Likewise your notes on breaking Bando Gora prisoners will be...very useful."
"She is strong-willed and endowed with a considerable pain tolerance. Breaking her will not be an easy task. Your people cannot let down their guard for even a moment. A wild animal will exploit any sign of weakness." The tone was calm, impassive even, like she did not particularly care either way, but then it was the lives of organics.
"Now you almost sound like you respect her. I could have sworn there was hatred between you...if I was not aware you did not have the software for that." The little quip that showed Anael knew her true nature - and also that she knew Moira knew she knew. Guards probably had ion blasters hidden as well. Not that Moira cared, for she had taken precautions as well. In time she would murder them all as well. In the depths of the mind of the terminatrix there were but two categories of people: Assets and Threats. For now the group was an asset, in due time she pronounce a death sentence upon them and then they would all perish because she willed it.
"Hatred serves no purpose. It blinds. I'm aware that she feels loathing for me. She looks at me and sees a reflection of the 'monster' she is and recoils since she likes to think her acts are for a good cause. Well, that and she can't control me. Her thinking has always been...what organics would call one-track. I respect her combat abilities, but that does not change the fact that she is a crude sledgehammer. An attack dog always dependent on a mistress."
"That is how she shall be broken. Like a dog. She revels in her power, believes it makes her indomitable. We must etch it into her mind that she is nothing now. Strip her of her will to resist. I imagine if judiciously used extreme physical pain can be an asset. She will be purified and born again as a weapon. Your files mention that deep-down she feels...considerable amount of guilt from past deeds. It is something we shall exploit."
"Anyone can kill, but to take a person's mind and tear it apart, then rebuild it from the ground up. That is a beautiful thing. Still, do not underestimate the problem. The probability of a rescue team is very low, not with the precautions I took, but complacency breeds defeat."
Anael looked at her sharply. "Then I expect you to do your utmost to aid us. If the procedure works we will be glad to share with you...Ruby."
Ruby. That had been her name long ago. No, not of her. Of the human Moira Skaldi. A terrorist who brought death while having a religious verse on her lips. It was the identity under which she had operated on Contruum. But now Ruby was dead, unless Moira felt the need to revive her for those moments when she would be useful. She did not miss her though.
"Then we understand each other." Eyes flickered over to the holocamera that gave her a sight to behold that she had waiting to see for a long time.
A tiny, cramped cell, so small a human would be unable to lie down and get some rest in it. A brunette woman, looking tired and worn, her clothes dirty and a mess, forced to stand in chains that were connected to the wall. She had been forced to stand while chained ever since being brough to the base. The exhaustion and strain it was causing was clearly visible and she was shivering strongly since heating in the cell was nonexistent. Bruises had accumulated on her face and lips from beatings...these had been crude and unauthorised, though they put her in her place. Her organic eye was bloodshot because her position forced her to look right into the very bright light emanating from a lamp positioned directly above her on the ceiling. Her face was so bathed in light that it looked almost like a halo, which might seem hilarious for those who knew the woman well, who was the exact opposite of a paragon of virtue. In order to further keep her awake and deprive her of the release sleep would offer, loud music was constantly playing, incessantly blaring out of the loudspeaker with no pause. Finally a force nullifier was affixed around her neck, depriving her of the use of her powers. Thus she was torn down from her pedestal and brought to the level of the everywoman. Because redundant security was the way to go, there would also be ysalamiri spread across the base.
Seeing Siobhan Kerrigan like this would have warmed her heart, were it not a small fusion reactor and thus already extremely hot! There was no exultation to be found upon her placid, perfect features, just cold stoicism. She gave no reaction save a curt nod when she heard Anael speak. "Take her to interrogation. The purification shall begin."
But even a dead god could drea, Moira remembered that line from her days on Artam. As an aspiring priestess of the Ecclesia. When she had still been bound to organic delusions, lived in ignorance of the greater Galaxy. "The Bando Gora adopted her into their pantheon, yes. For decimating their ranks and killing their 'gods'. I imagine she liked this more than she would be comfortable admitting. She excels at lying to herself." Something, as she knew, could be said about all organics, but no reason to say that just yet.
Cold, lifeless, blue eyes, as fathomless as an abyss flickered over towards her partnet in conversation. Anael was dressed in military uniform, her flaming red hair framing features that would be considered beautiful, though marred by scars, not that Moira cared about such details. Her hazel eyes reflected pure fervour and fanaticism. The sort Moira was intimately familiar with - there had been a time when she had believed. The fact that by pursuing a cause to eradicate all sentient life and usher in an age of metal purity she was a mirror image seemed to escape the Metal Princess. The room was sterile, devoid of any personal touch. Outside heavily armoured guards stood, armed to the teeth with bolters and grenades, their sharp features obscured by visored helmets that left them as faceless automatons, cogs in a machine.
"The dead cry out for justice. Forcers have brought terror and destruction to this Galaxy, making it their playground to carry out their religious war. Roche, Metalorn, Gehenna, Manaan, the list goes on and on. The Atrisians had it right with the idea that they must be controlled...but they did not go nearly far enough," Anael continued speaking, passion in her tone. "'Luminous beings we are. Not these crude plebeians'," at that she scoffed before focusing on the view before her. "Your aid in obtaining her was invaluable. Funds have been transferred to your account. Likewise your notes on breaking Bando Gora prisoners will be...very useful."
"She is strong-willed and endowed with a considerable pain tolerance. Breaking her will not be an easy task. Your people cannot let down their guard for even a moment. A wild animal will exploit any sign of weakness." The tone was calm, impassive even, like she did not particularly care either way, but then it was the lives of organics.
"Now you almost sound like you respect her. I could have sworn there was hatred between you...if I was not aware you did not have the software for that." The little quip that showed Anael knew her true nature - and also that she knew Moira knew she knew. Guards probably had ion blasters hidden as well. Not that Moira cared, for she had taken precautions as well. In time she would murder them all as well. In the depths of the mind of the terminatrix there were but two categories of people: Assets and Threats. For now the group was an asset, in due time she pronounce a death sentence upon them and then they would all perish because she willed it.
"Hatred serves no purpose. It blinds. I'm aware that she feels loathing for me. She looks at me and sees a reflection of the 'monster' she is and recoils since she likes to think her acts are for a good cause. Well, that and she can't control me. Her thinking has always been...what organics would call one-track. I respect her combat abilities, but that does not change the fact that she is a crude sledgehammer. An attack dog always dependent on a mistress."
"That is how she shall be broken. Like a dog. She revels in her power, believes it makes her indomitable. We must etch it into her mind that she is nothing now. Strip her of her will to resist. I imagine if judiciously used extreme physical pain can be an asset. She will be purified and born again as a weapon. Your files mention that deep-down she feels...considerable amount of guilt from past deeds. It is something we shall exploit."
"Anyone can kill, but to take a person's mind and tear it apart, then rebuild it from the ground up. That is a beautiful thing. Still, do not underestimate the problem. The probability of a rescue team is very low, not with the precautions I took, but complacency breeds defeat."
Anael looked at her sharply. "Then I expect you to do your utmost to aid us. If the procedure works we will be glad to share with you...Ruby."
Ruby. That had been her name long ago. No, not of her. Of the human Moira Skaldi. A terrorist who brought death while having a religious verse on her lips. It was the identity under which she had operated on Contruum. But now Ruby was dead, unless Moira felt the need to revive her for those moments when she would be useful. She did not miss her though.
"Then we understand each other." Eyes flickered over to the holocamera that gave her a sight to behold that she had waiting to see for a long time.
A tiny, cramped cell, so small a human would be unable to lie down and get some rest in it. A brunette woman, looking tired and worn, her clothes dirty and a mess, forced to stand in chains that were connected to the wall. She had been forced to stand while chained ever since being brough to the base. The exhaustion and strain it was causing was clearly visible and she was shivering strongly since heating in the cell was nonexistent. Bruises had accumulated on her face and lips from beatings...these had been crude and unauthorised, though they put her in her place. Her organic eye was bloodshot because her position forced her to look right into the very bright light emanating from a lamp positioned directly above her on the ceiling. Her face was so bathed in light that it looked almost like a halo, which might seem hilarious for those who knew the woman well, who was the exact opposite of a paragon of virtue. In order to further keep her awake and deprive her of the release sleep would offer, loud music was constantly playing, incessantly blaring out of the loudspeaker with no pause. Finally a force nullifier was affixed around her neck, depriving her of the use of her powers. Thus she was torn down from her pedestal and brought to the level of the everywoman. Because redundant security was the way to go, there would also be ysalamiri spread across the base.
Seeing Siobhan Kerrigan like this would have warmed her heart, were it not a small fusion reactor and thus already extremely hot! There was no exultation to be found upon her placid, perfect features, just cold stoicism. She gave no reaction save a curt nod when she heard Anael speak. "Take her to interrogation. The purification shall begin."