Enyo Typhos
Control
[member="Valiens Nantaris"], [member="Maelion Liates"]
Thakwaash had been subjugated by the First Order. During the course of the battle, Archangel's forces had sacked a city and and brought the unpredictable, native xenos to heel. As strong, brave and wily as they were, they could not withstand the iron fist of the droid. Or relentless bombardment with shells filled with gas. Hundreds of aliens were herded for study, experimentation and processing. Their ability to incorporate multiple personalities and skills within one organic mind would be broken down and assimilated. It was all for the greater good. A camp had been set up for research purposes.
An Archangel vessel drifted through the blue tunnel of hyperspace. Its destination was the shadowy machine cult's secret base, where day and night the droids toiled and laboured to create a better future. Deep inside the small, sleek ship, one of Archangel's most valuable prizes was getting a well-deserved rest after helping tame unruly aliens.
Still recovering from injuries sustained whilst battling a Thakwaash warrior, Enyo had stripped down to her tanks and shorts. She was currently reading a novel about a grumpy Cor-Sec detective called Rebus investigating homicide crimes on Corellia. As everyone knew, corruption was endemic on that planet, which was why so many of its sons and daughters became smugglers. A popular history of the Battle of Endor lay on her bedside table. Quite understandably, she'd felt little desire to read about war after just participating in one, hence the novel. It was a rather riveting read.
However, her break was about to end. "All personnel, prepare for reversion...now," the bland voice of the ship's computer informed her. Enyo sighed slightly, marked the page she'd been reading, then stuffed the book into her rucksack. Then she quickly began to dress herself since she was rather underdressed.
The ship jerked and emerged in real space, orbiting the bland, inhospitable planetoid SV33649684. This was a remarkably boring name and so Elysium was used more commonly by those in the know. Unless they were annoyingly precise robots. "We have arrived. Enyo Typhos, report to the hangar bay for transport to Elysium base." As always, the computer was her friend.
Will you also remind me to put on thermal undies? The clone wondered with an air of sarcasm. Having dressed herself appropriately since the husk of a planet was freezing cold, she picked up her duffel bag and headed out of her room after turning off the lights. Due to her injuries, the young clone walked with a bit of a limp. Her arm had been broken, but taken well to bacta, though she still wore a sling. But despite the pain, she'd enjoyed her independence back on Thakwaash - and the fact that she'd been in command. It had been...something different, even liberating in a sense. A shuttle would transport her to Archangel's secret base, which had been built into a vast mountainside.
Thakwaash had been subjugated by the First Order. During the course of the battle, Archangel's forces had sacked a city and and brought the unpredictable, native xenos to heel. As strong, brave and wily as they were, they could not withstand the iron fist of the droid. Or relentless bombardment with shells filled with gas. Hundreds of aliens were herded for study, experimentation and processing. Their ability to incorporate multiple personalities and skills within one organic mind would be broken down and assimilated. It was all for the greater good. A camp had been set up for research purposes.
An Archangel vessel drifted through the blue tunnel of hyperspace. Its destination was the shadowy machine cult's secret base, where day and night the droids toiled and laboured to create a better future. Deep inside the small, sleek ship, one of Archangel's most valuable prizes was getting a well-deserved rest after helping tame unruly aliens.
Still recovering from injuries sustained whilst battling a Thakwaash warrior, Enyo had stripped down to her tanks and shorts. She was currently reading a novel about a grumpy Cor-Sec detective called Rebus investigating homicide crimes on Corellia. As everyone knew, corruption was endemic on that planet, which was why so many of its sons and daughters became smugglers. A popular history of the Battle of Endor lay on her bedside table. Quite understandably, she'd felt little desire to read about war after just participating in one, hence the novel. It was a rather riveting read.
However, her break was about to end. "All personnel, prepare for reversion...now," the bland voice of the ship's computer informed her. Enyo sighed slightly, marked the page she'd been reading, then stuffed the book into her rucksack. Then she quickly began to dress herself since she was rather underdressed.
The ship jerked and emerged in real space, orbiting the bland, inhospitable planetoid SV33649684. This was a remarkably boring name and so Elysium was used more commonly by those in the know. Unless they were annoyingly precise robots. "We have arrived. Enyo Typhos, report to the hangar bay for transport to Elysium base." As always, the computer was her friend.
Will you also remind me to put on thermal undies? The clone wondered with an air of sarcasm. Having dressed herself appropriately since the husk of a planet was freezing cold, she picked up her duffel bag and headed out of her room after turning off the lights. Due to her injuries, the young clone walked with a bit of a limp. Her arm had been broken, but taken well to bacta, though she still wore a sling. But despite the pain, she'd enjoyed her independence back on Thakwaash - and the fact that she'd been in command. It had been...something different, even liberating in a sense. A shuttle would transport her to Archangel's secret base, which had been built into a vast mountainside.
