Malice and Maladi

[Kaida Taldir]

[member="Amara Zarides"]


Amara would feel the pull of the laconic side of the Force. Once you go down the Spartan path, forever it will dominate your destiny. Eventually she would be unable to say more than one line of dialogue per post. Muhahahaha. Anyhow, off they went.


Arryn was predictably stoic during their journey through the cold vacuum of space, though the sight of the void was more than a little unnerving to her. Her apparent calm masked a storm that was building up inside her.


Archangel had made her people bleed. They had transformed them into mechanical abomations. Her soul was filled with hatred for them, just as it was for the fascist, oppressive First Order and the decadent Monarchy. They had to pay for their sins.


"This is for the Forsaken," she whispered quietly. Soon afterwards they reached the airlock and found solid purchase. The shields had not been raised, so there was no need to utilise the field disruptor she'd taken along. Quickly, she overrode the security mechanism and the airlock opened, accompanied by a rush of air.


Finally, there was solid ground beneath her feet. However, even as she stripped off her space suit, she could hear noise coming from the distance...no plan survived first contact with the enemy it seemed.

 

[Amara Zarides]

[member="Arryn"]
Amara was very glad to be aboard solid ground, and she made sure she was inside the ship before removing the suit.
Pulling Arryn closer, she whispered in her ear. “You head to the mooring and let Akure on board. I’ll head to the bridge and close the doors to the shipyard and prevent the shields being raised. Be quick though, I’ll need the backup.”

She could have asked the Eldorai to do the more dangerous job, but she didn’t know if Arryn knew the technical requirements. Besides, there wouldn’t be many droids on board, and closing the doors would prevent more entering.

With Akure’s help the space suits were hidden as well as possible. This done she slipped down a corridor. The sound of a pair of guard droids clanked past and she headed stealthily for the bridge. The ship, at least in these regions, was barely inhabited and the corridors stood empty.

Amara was just thinking that she might get to the bridge without meeting another droid when suddenly she opened a door and came face to face with an HRD. She knew this one, it’s ‘name’ was Lilith.

For a moment the two just stared at each other. The droid acted first, reaching to grab her and opening its mouth to speak. “Command Code…” it began.

Amara’s hand blurred, a lance of blazing purple took the droid’s arm off at the elbow and continued, severing the head in a shower of sparks. Fortunately this was not a phrik version!
‘Lilith’ fell to the deck with a crash. Amara found the skull looking up at her, missing most of its lower jaw. Amara drove her lightsabre into the horrific amalgam of metal and flesh, ending its existence.
“Command code that…” Amara said grimly.

She had to hurry. Unfortunately droids did not need loud blaring alarms, everything was transmitted invisibly. She ran for the bridge.

XXX

At Archangel Headquarters Moira would be summoned to the control room by Maelion. There the feed of Lilith’s final moments played.
“Organic designate ‘Amara’ located at Site 34. Suggest deployment of assets to prevent loss of asset ‘Maladi’. Suggest deployment of hybrid designate ‘Enyo’.”

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Amara Zarides"]


No emotion crossed Moira's face when she watched the feed. Lilith was just another drone. She could and would be replaced. But the Maladi was a major asset. Organic Minion 003 had been a failure. It was time to remove her from the equation.


Her replacement was already being grown. "Agreed. It is unlikely that the rrogue unit is acting alone. Put the shipyard on high alert. Awaken the Hybrid Unit and prepare a ship for her. Send Unit Vess to accompany her," she said flatly. It would take Enyo a bit to reach the shipyard, but they had fast transports. A transmission was sent to the hybrid unit...


xxx


Inside her pod, Enyo's head jerked up. For a moment, her eyes flashed behind buried photoreceptors, before they gained their human brown colour, focusing into place. Something like a jolt shot through her as she came online. For a few seconds, she was still as a statue.


<Data Upload Commencing>
<Destination: Site 34>
<Mission Specifics: Protect Asset Maladi, exterminate Rogue Organic Unit designate Amara>
<Parameters: B2 B6 C1 C5>
<Alias: Lieutenant Dyanne Winters>


Her face was blank, like a machine. "Directives acknowledged," she said flatly, in a voice void of emotion. The door to the pod opened and she walked out. Her steps were fluid and swift, unlike the zombie-like, mechanical gait that had characterised her former shell. She was ready to fulfil her mission. Amara had betrayed Archangel - and her. Now she would reap the consequences of her actions.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

[member="Amara Zarides"]


Arryn looked dubious. Could she trust the human to get the job? And not get captured by Archangel? Then she nodded, albeit a bit reluctantly. "Good luck," she grunted, and took off, leaving the space suits hidden. Naamah, next time you send me to heist a ship, cough up the dosh for a stealth suit, she thought to herself. Guard droids clanked across the hallways. Trying to move as stealthily as possible, she did her best to elude them.


There was no dramatic sound of klaxxons blaring, but that did not mean anything. Droids did not need something as theatrical as alarms. However, many machines seemed to be moving in the direction of the airlock - or the bridge. That meant towards Amara.


Blaster bolts came her way. Damn. At least none of the war droids, built in the shape of a human skeleton, chanted 'Roger, roger'. She rolled, her ion blaster leapt into one hand and her Sarix into the other. Blue ione bolts leapt out of her gun, then her Sarix scythed down bots. The Eldorai ran, dashing down the corridor. The mooring was close. She only had to access the security mechanism - without being swamped by machines and terminated.

 

[Amara Zarides]

[member="Arryn"]
Amara charged for the bridge, but before she could reach there the door slid shut. Annoyed, she activated her lightsabre and rammed it into the joint. With an application of the Force she was able to cut a hole for herself to enter.

Immediately facing her were two combat droids and another HRD. Blasters fired, but she was able to deflect the bolts back at one of the droids, destroying it. The HRD, this one in the shape of a male she’d not seen before, had a bolter and she was forced to take a rolling dive to the side as a bolt flew over her head and blew up more of the abused doorway.

The HRD aimed again, but a gesture of her hand pushed it aside enough so the bolt detonated against the wall. Then she was up, her lightsabre a lance of violet as she leapt forward, ducked bolts of plasma and bolt and sheared the legs off the HRD, decapitated the droid and then impaled the fallen replicant.

It had only taken less than ten seconds.

Rushing to the controls she scanned over it. She’d seen it before when she’d hijacked the ship, so she knew the controls she needed. Rapidly she hit them, closing the doors. The engines were beginning to power up, and she was able to close a blast door behind Arryn to prevent droids in the rear of the ship from attacking her position.

“Akure, I’m in position on the bridge. Get up here as soon as you can,” she commed.

There was already the tramp of feet outside, and with the bridge door mangled it might be a little hard to hold the enemy off without some timely reinforcements. Fortunately there wouldn’t be that many droids to oppose her, and new ones could not enter from outside.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Amara Zarides"]


Two starfighters, like mechanical birds of prey, slipped into the blue tunnel of hyperspace. One was piloted by Vess, the other by Enyo Typhos - the hybrid unit. The horrific culmination of Archangel's experiments to create the perfect balance between machine and organic. Now she faced her greatest trial: Eliminate or process her traitorous sister.


No, Amara was no longer her sister. She was a rogue unit and would be punished for her sins. Perhaps the blonde would be able to feel her sister's faint presence. If, yes, she would stare into a void. But she would know that Enyo was coming. And that time was short.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

[member="Amara Zarides"]


Arryn had done her part. The small tramp freighter had anchored at the Maladi, and Akure's small team streamed aboard. Naturally, there was opposition. A general alert had been sounded, though no one would hear the blaring of alarms because droids had no need of that.


Blasters roared. Bolts sought Arryn as she moved, sizzling past her head and shoulders, and streaked between her legs. Her gleaming Sarix, emblematic weapon of the holy she'd belonged to so many years ago, and with a wave of her hand she sent a powerful ripple through the metal ground to slam a security droid, before scything its brethren down with her sword. They collapsed to the deck, limbs pornographically entwined. Akure was providing backup from afar, wielding a state-of-the-art Magnetic Repeater that made mincemeat out of armour.


There was a loud clang when Arryn's Sarix was suddenly blocked by the sword of an HRD. Arryn came to face with the replicant...and found herself staring into the eyes of an Eldorai. She grit her teeth and hissed an Eldarai curse, but the replicant roughly forced her blade aside, exposing the Dark Eldorai's torso.


Moving with lightning reflexes, Arryn dove to avoid the blade that was thrust towards her stomach, though pain shot through her as it sliced into her side. Then the HRD was pushed back when it was riddled with bullets that travelled faster than sound and sliced through its armour.


One of Akure's hypervelocity projectiles tore into its leg and the replicant stumbled. Recovering, Arryn let loose an Eldorai war cry, brought her Sarix down and removed the faux Eldorai's head from her torso. Those lifeless eyes continued to stare at her as the head rolled across the deck. As blasterfire blazed through the air, Akure caught up with the slightly shaken Dashdae Eldorai. "Come on," she grunted, slapping Aryn on the shoulder.

 

[Amara Zarides]

[member="Arryn"]
Droids were not known for their tactical skills. They went forward with the most logical approaches relentlessly. Often this was fine since they had superior numbers. This time though there were few of them attempting to storm the bridge. As each ducked to enter the door Amara fired at the protruding head and shot them down.

It was a gizka shoot, and Amara was just starting to get exultant when she noticed a canister being rolled into the room.
Desperately she called on the Force…too late. A deceptively soft ‘pop’ and a cloud of gas started to stream out, filling the confined bridge area.
Amara looked around desperately. She didn’t have a mask to protect her, and whatever that gas was it wouldn’t be pleasant she was sure of it. To make things worse, the HRD who had thrown it had entered, taking a rolling, clanking dive into cover and opened fire with a blaster. Amara parried, stepping back, using the Force to try and push the greenish cloud back, but all that did was roil the air even more. She was rapidly becoming trapped.

Forced to take a breath, she gasped as the gas started to overwhelm her, and she only just avoided a blaster bolt which hit the bridge window behind her. The blaster bolt had been absorbed but….

Desperately, she slashed backwards with the lightsabre, stabbing through the panel and creating a 1 x 1 metre decompression hole. Wedging herself under a console the air, gas and dust in the room was sucked out and it started to get very cold. However, an automatic durasteel panel slammed shut, sealing the breach.

Standing, Amara took a breath of the clean…though thin…air, and advanced. The HRD fired at her, but with a throw of her lightsabre the droid was sliced clean through the chest and collapsed.

After the carnage was complete she could feel a presense….

Enyo.

“Akure, get your blue butt up here, we’re about to have company!” she called into her commlink.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

[member="Amara Zarides"]


Gas, so much gas! Droids attacked, blasters roared and the corridor was filled with a cloud of gas. Arryn held her breath, falling back on her training. She remembered a session with the Ice queen all too well. Unlike her, her comrades wore masks. Thank Illyria for small mercies. A staccato of blasterfire filled the air as Akure and her group cut through Archangel security droids. Akure yelled something into her commlink while providing covering fire. Presumably she was responding to Amara, but Arryn was a wee bit distracted and thus could not focus on the dialogue.


There was a small flash, a brief flicker of the future that played out for her and gave her time to react, and she dove aside to avoid the bright flash that heralded the coming of a disruptor round. Instead of disintegrating her, it sliced through a small section of the wall. Her Sarix cut through the HRD's gun hand, but rather than give her a reprieve the replicant rammed its severed, smoking stump into her, bringing forth an anguished cry that leapt from Arryn's lips. Following through, the replicant raised its remaining hand and immediaetely unleashed a torrent of flame from a buried wrist weapon to bathe its enemy in liquid petroleum.


Pushed back by the melee attack, Arryn had just about enough time to react, ere she was consumed. Intense, blazing heat washed over her...as her pale skin grew grey...and strong as stone. Most of her clothing melted away, but her skin remained mostly unmolested. Her cybernetic hand, uncovered by the stone skin, twitched, as some circuits were fried by the blast.


Striking the machine in the leg, she cut through faux skin to shatter durasteel, servos and cables with her Sarix. The machine fell to the ground, but pulled the enraged Eldorai down with it. Then Arryn was flung into the ground hard, landing with a thud. Pain surged through her body at the impact of the harsh landing, but as the replicant arose she raised her ion blaster and fired...once, twice, three times, until its scarlet eyes finally closed after being bombarded by ion wave after ion wave. The door to the bridge was dead ahead and she rallied herself. Within a few moments, they would be on the command deck.

 

[Amara Zarides]

[member="Arryn"]
As the dynamic duo of Elfy and Bluey entered the bridge Amara held her fire. Arryn looked like she’d walked through a fire and was actually half naked. Akure looked as taciturn as always.

“Good, let’s get out of here,” Amara said, heading to the controls.
It was easy to start full engine cycling and bring the weapons on line. But…there was a problem.
“Damn it. We’re still tethered to the shipyard. There’s magnetic clamps holding us in place. We can’t pull free without tearing the side of the ship. I can power up the weapons, but not the shields because we’re joined to the station at the hip.”
She scrolled through some more. “There’s a command centre on the station we need to get to in order to do a manual override.”
She winced. Stupid droids were too thorough.
“That’s suicide though. We’ll never get there and back. But, we could plant charges on the two clamp assemblies, blow them to hell and then get away. We’ll need your crew to hold the line whilst we do this though, but they can get some of the ship’s lighter guns to cover them.”

An impending sense of dread was coming though. They had to do this quickly and leave. She wasn’t sure she could face her sister right now…let alone whatever else Archangel might have brought.

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Amara Zarides"]


Realising that fighting a droid army while half-naked was a phenomenally stupid idea - just below storming a Sith fortress in nothing but your birthday suit - Arryn decided to liberate an HRD of his clothing. "Here goes nothing. Let's go and blow them to hell," she grunted, while getting dressed.


"Crew hold the line. Power up the guns and shoot at any toaster that tries to board. If they manage to get inside, stall them with ray shields...but don't lock us away!" Akure had not missed the feeling of impending dread. Her eyes fell upon Amara as they filed out of the bridge. "There's something you're not telling me." Her tone was gruff as usual.

 

[Amara Zarides]

[member="Naamah Aesham"]
Amara’s eyes darted to the Chiss, frowned. There’s something you’re not telling ME, I’m sure of it….

Still, it was best to lay it all out. “My sister is coming. Right now. To this station. Archangel have sent her to stop me…us.”
The prospect filled her with chills. She knew Enyo was stronger than her in the Force. That was obvious based simply on age and experience. Even were she not though Amara wondered if she could strike her sister down, even in self-defence. Organic weakness it might have been, but she knew she had to try and redeem Enyo…and failing that to try and capture her.

“Come on. The clamps are out of the arc of any of the guns, so we’ll have to cross this open space at the dock, then drop down to the lower level and disable the power or clamps. We’ll keep together.”

Crossing the open space would not be easy though. There was an open space in the docking area where some crates and neatly stacked boxes provided cover, but other than that they would have to cross ten metres of open space.
Droids would be able to open fire on them in their attempt to reach the ship, but fortunately they’d have covering fire.

Amara took cover just outside the hatch and looked around. Archangel was already gathering an attack force.
“Ready?”

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Amara Zarides"]


It was time for a reality check, even though Akure was certain that her words would fall on deaf ears since Amara was impervious to cold, hard logic. "She's not your sister anymore. She's another drone in Archangel's arsenal. If we run into her, we shoot to kill and get the hell out. No 'I know you're still in there' crap, or we'll all wind up dead," she grunted.


"Or we could blow up the damn clamps and get the hell out before Kerrigan's twin makes a housecall," Arryn interjected, feeling irritated by the whole situation. One Kerrigan was trouble enough. "You ready?" looking out of the hatch, she could see Archangel mustering a force of droids.


"Yeah," Akure added, removing a grenade from her utility belt. Then there was a loud roar when the Maladi's light guns began firing, unloading salvoes on the battle droids. They could not hit the clamps, but at least pin the robots down a bit, though the support would only be temporary. "Go," Akure ordered and pulled the pin, then tossed the ion grenade. The small ball travelled through the air, landing right in the fray. Some droids were blown up, circuits died and the smell of burnt electronics filled the air.


With Akure providing covering fire with her repeater, Arryn advanced, like hammer and anvil. One of her hands held a Sarix, through the other she channelled the Force, drawing upon the power of the earth to send ripples through the ground to shake the floor and knock bots down. Rage, fury and hatred surged through her and she drew upon these emotions, drinking from the well of the Dark Side. The Dark Eldorai would not have seen it this way, for the philosophies of the Jedi and the Sith were alien to her, but this was the source of her power.


A grenade tossed her way and on instinct she reflected it, but it was an impact grenade and so she was brought down by the shockwave when the consussion grenade exploded. For a moment, she was thrown into a daze, pain surging through her. One rib felt very wrong. But through an act of will she pulled herself together, rolled out of the way of a bolter round and exerted a powerful grip upon a battle droid, she crushed it with her mind. The clamps were so close, but an ominous noise could be heard, coming closer and closer.

 

[Amara Zarides]

[member="Naamah Aesham"]
Driven as she was to be the saviour, Amara was not inclined to listen…much. She recognised though that whatever Archangel had done might be too much for Enyo to ever escape from. Indeed, from what she felt in their bond her sister might have been completely lobotomised and be unable to even recognise her.

Thus, she did not say anything aloud, but she did make a resolution in her mind. If you are too far gone, Enyo, I will free you any means I can.
That assumed of course that she could defeat Enyo. This was far from a guarantee though.

Lightsabre blazing, she cut down several droids, using a few tricks to move from cover. When they were finally in the lower level Amara noticed the other droids were not following. She wasn’t surprised.

As they made to approach the clamps though the noise grew louder behind them. This was, after all, why Amara and Enyo had been created – to fight other Force users.

She could sense her sister, but again muted as if through a large distance.

“Set the detonators, Akure. Arryn, stay with me,” she whispered. She couldn’t see anyone, but could hear two sets of heavy footprints approaching. Amara took a deep breath as two figures began to appear from the shadows….

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Amara Zarides"]


The detonators were put into place. "Set. Let's go," Akure grunted. Even the normally stoic, taciturn Chiss suddenly more than a bit unnerved. Perhaps she sensed the coming darkness. Too late.


A blast door opened...and there she stood. A flawless simulacrum of Siobhan Kerrigan. Enyo's stood tall and proud, her face free of scars, devoid of the burns that the immolation of Korriban City had inflicted upon her. Her eyes were...vacant and empty. No emotion was written across her features.


Unlike Padme and a bunch of gaudily dressed Naboo royal guards, Naamah was not inclined to do the honourable - and stupid thing. So rather than stand around or 'take the long way', she raised her repeater and fired. In unison, Arryn fired, too.


Projectiles peppered Enyo. She was shaken and pushed back, riddled with bullets that travelled too fast for her to dodge. Where skin was torn, metal was revealed, showing her grotesque makeup. She staggered slightly as an ion round destroyed circuits.


Then both renegades were lifted off their feet by a wave of the Force and slammed into opposite walls with truly excessive force that was bound to break bones and cause internal injuries by impact alone. Lifting them with the Force, Enyo slammed them into the ground again, with enough force to cause audible cracks. "You struggle against the pull of the inevitable," she spoke blandly, approaching Amara. Now it was just them.

 

[Amara Zarides]

[member="Enyo Typhos"]
It was a brutal demonstration of power. There really was something to Archangel’s plan to use clones, if only the pesky organics didn’t keep trying to revolt!

Before the battle had begun though, Amara had a brainwave, and had whispered to Arryn. “I’m going to try something, play along.”

But then, Enyo had been unleashed and both her allies were soon down. Amara had taken cover behind a pillar and fired at Vess, who had also taken cover. To Amara’s mind, she had to take down Vess first because then she could appeal directly to her sister.

“Vess, leave my sister out of this!” she called, stepping out and firing. The shots went wide but they got attention.
Evidently they had a plan to try to neutralise her.
“Command Code: Revenant Omega.”
Amara stopped dead, standing still.
“You will assist in the disposal of these two organics and then submit to restraint.”
“Command acknowledged.”

Arryn was closest, and so she approached the wounded Eldorai. If the space elf looked up though she’ll see Amara, out of sight of Vess and Enyo, offer a wink.

Raising the blaster she appeared to recharge the powerpack, but then turned and fired a charged burst from the under-hafted ion blaster right into Vess’ perfect face.

“Enyo! Please, let me help you! I can help set you free from Archangel. You’re my sister, please let me help you!”

Since she was not entirely a naïve idiot she was prepared as much as possible for Enyo to strike at her if that happened.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Amara Zarides"]


"I have no sister. You are a deficient unit. Like me, you will be freed from your organic shell...and reborn." Those cold eyes focused on the blaster in Amara's hand. Its ability to fire ion rounds represented a threat.


The Force surged through Enyo as she unleashed her mechu-deru, intent on exploding the gun. At the very least, if successful, it should render it useless. At best, it would also inflict damage on the rogue unit's hand. For just a moment there was a flicker of something on Enyo's. Perhaps a flash of what had once been. But then it was gone, leaving naught but a blank expression.


Her robotic fingers curled into a tight mechanical fist, and in response, intangible fingers sought to envelope Amara's throat in a grip as tight as a droid's pincers, fully intent on lifting the clone off her feet and slamming her back into the ground with great force and speed.


At the same time, Enyo advanced. No longer was she a slow, ponderous zombie, shackled to weak flesh. Freed from her organic limitations, she was as fast as the HRDs who'd created her. Amara was her enemy. She would convert or destroy her. Either way she would no longer defy Archangel. Her replacement would be more obedient and comprehend her place in things.

 

[Amara Zarides]

[member="Enyo Typhos"]
It did not escape her that Enyo was now completely human in shape, moving with greater speed. Things were rapidly happening, and her first thought was that her sister had been processed…but how could she use the Force then? Another clone? No, each person was unique, whatever their DNA.
She noticed the command code had not affected Enyo, which meant that either she had a different one now or no longer needed a leash.

Amara remembered too late her sister’s skill with mecha deru. As the gun in her hand sparked she dropped it on the ground just seconds before it erupted into flames.

“Enyo, pl-,” she tried to reply. Unfortunately an invisible hand wrapped around her throat and she felt herself being lifted into the air.

Enyo was strong, and as the deck approached rapidly she called on the Force to provide a cushion. Even so, she was slammed down hard, knocking the breath from her.

Getting to her feet slowly she set her jaw. There was no point trying to talk to her sister from a position of weakness…if she could avoid it! But how to fight back?
Eyes skirted around desperately a second until they alighted on the magnetic clamps with their charges.

Without a clear plan in mind she called on the Force to hurl a heavy box at Enyo from behind and then jumped to the top of the nearest stack, aiming to get closer to the camps.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Amara Zarides"]


Enyo was fast - a lot fast than she used to be. The heavy box being hurled her way from behind still caught her off-guard. She twisted her body mastefully, but not quickly enough, and so it smacked into her skull. She felt a strong jolt, as if something vital had been snapped.


For a moment, everything was blurry to her and she was thrown into the robotic equivalent of a daze before her HUD recovered. She had been pushed down. Her face's skin was torn and ripped in places. Her eyes glowed blood-red, abandoning their normal human colour. However, the reprieve was not a long one for Amara.


She is your sister. I have no sister. She is deficient. Archangel is using you. Machines did not tire or feel pain, and Enyo was no different. However, she could feel something very close to anger. Rather than charge after Amara, she reached out and sought to wrap her willpower around the blonde. It would be like being enveloped by a giant's hand.


With this invisible giant's hand, she would seek to pull Amara towards her and roughly deposit her on the ground at a speed and force that could break bones. Her lightsabre leapt into her hand and ignited, producing a beam of violet light. It was time to end this.

 

[Amara Zarides]

[member="Enyo Typhos"]
Amara had felt bad when the impact had sounded, but then she saw the result. Those burning eyes, the glimpse of metal beneath the skin. They had turned her sister into a monstrous hybrid with the power of the Force somehow. It was…terrible.

She had little time to ponder this though because as she leapt for the support beam she seemed to hang in midair. Had time stopped? Was this some sort of vision?

No, she’d been caught by Enyo, and again the deck was approaching fast. Enyo seemed to have one trick for battle, but it was a damned effective one.

Amara tried to cushion herself as before, but the speed was simply too great this time. She hit the deck like a sack of potatoes. The breath went from her, her right hand outreached to stop her descent shattered as it hit the deck. Her face hit the deck, despite her efforts, and the impact tore a gouge in her jaw and dazed her.

With a scream of agony she came to rest at Enyo’s feet. Desperately she tried to back up and away, but only found herself staring up at Enyo towering above her.

“You will die, girl,” the voice of temptation purred. “Give in…she is a machine now. Strike her down with the power in you. Lightning will destroy her. She is not your sister, she is merely a soulless machine.”
Time really did seem to pause as her sister’s purple blade extended.
Amara breathed deep and found fear in her own heart. How could she not have that. But she would not give in, even now. She had another plan.
“I did not ask to be born, but I was. I will not compromise my soul just for my life. If I die I will die as I lived; a naïve but moral person.”
Trust Amara to put a self-deprecating joke into her personal visions. Her other personality did not bother to reply, and was probably deeply irritated that they were tethered to a moral idiot.

Instead she looked up at Enyo. “Enyo…Enyo listen to me. I know you’re still in there somewhere. Hear me! You don’t have to do this. Archangel is controlling you, Archangel is using you as their puppet. Fight it!”
Reaching out with the Force she sought to reach Enyo’s essence with her empathic powers. Before there had been an iron door blocking her. Now, that door was still there, but there was a chink in it, a crack in the armour. She reached for it.
“Enyo…please…fight it. You are my sister. I love you….”

Vess had, at some point, gotten to her feet and lurched over. “Unit Enyo, dispose of this organic, and then the others,” she ordered.
The choice was now for Enyo to make.