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Pelorus Bearings

Maena



With everything filling her time since her rebirth, it would have been easy to miss. Those she cared about, and who in turn cared for her, had risen to the occasion- she did not want for anything in those days and weeks after, and not merely because it had taken her time to find that hunger again. She grew in power and strength, unfettered and unchecked by the ravages of Gideon. And she laid plans for the future, spreading out, on the surface, in different directions, but all in truth linked beneath the waves.

Irajah Ven was a very busy woman.

But she had noticed.

Sidelong glances. A heartbeat of hesitation before following an instruction. Watching her, when he thought she didn't notice.

She couldn't read his mind, even if she wanted to. The very template prevented any such delving. However, her sense of responsibility toward him, while shifted at a slight angle, remained, and she never would have casually dipped into his mind without his permission regardless.

Of course, he would have given that permission, had she asked.

Despite her initial intentions, how she saw [member="Samson"] had changed, long before her death. She did not want a mindless, thoughtless puppy, following at her heels. She did not want a tool, honed sharp perhaps but ultimately inert without someone wielding it. Samson had the potential to be more than that. The thought had occurred to her, briefly, to begin her particular inquiries into certain topics with him- he would not flinch or deny her that- but had put that aside after no more than a moment of consideration. She had accepted responsibility for him, for his creation, even before her exodus. It would be ultimately lazy to utilize him in that fashion, and she would regret it, she knew.

Besides, it wouldn't solve the problem she actually saw, it would only postpone it.

Sitting at the desk in the office of her apartments in [member="Carach"]'s stronghold, she looked up from her datapad as the clone entered the room.

"Sit," she said, indicating the chair across. If she didn't, he'd kneel and she simply didn't have the patience for that today.

"I'm almost done with these forms."
 
[member="Irajah Ven"]

There was an inherent conflict in his design.

The hunger of power echoing through his veins and the slavish devotion to his creator. It hadn't been as pronounced when they first started on this journey, but after her death? It was reinforced in his mind through a combination of shame, fury and lack of purpose. He had been useless without her around and was not capable of doing anything. Not to save her, all Samson had been able to do was get her body out and then get himself out of the burning fires.

Now he couldn't help look at her when she was focused elsewhere.

Wondering if she would disappear again, wondering if it would break him this time around, wondering if there wasn't a way to become... more than what he was now. A shade of a different man, someone stronger, someone who was independent even if he had harmed his Master. Samson envied Zambrano, even as he was willing to go and choke the life out of him, if Raj commanded him to.

"Master." He bowed, walked, sit down in the chair as he was instructed. It was an automatic mechanism at this point, constraints placed to force him into a particular path.

It had been pleasant- no, it had been neutral before .... after all Samson had never knew different.

Silence followed as Irajah scribbled on her forms.

She had not asked him to talk after all.
 
As far as Raj was concerned, he had acted exactly correctly when all was said and done. He hadn't panicked, done what had needed to be done without hurting himself in the process. She had no idea just what was bothering him however, so there was no way for her to reassure him of that.

She frowned at the data pad, making a small, irritated sound in her throat before putting it down. The frown deepened ever so slightly as she regarded him across the desk.

"Something has been bothering you for weeks," she said finally, leaning back in her chair and watching him. It wasn't a question really. She didn't need confirmation of that.

"And I can't help you if I don't know what it is. I'm not going to order you to tell me. But here's your chance. One free 'nothing you can say will make me angry' card, in case that's why you're keeping it to yourself. Your choice."

Irajah had realized, very early on, that she didn't want a puppy or a play thing. That hadn't changed. But she also knew she couldn't force him to be more than he had been programed to be- a mistake, but one she couldn't undo- all she could do was wait until he wanted it himself.

[member="Samson"]
 
[member="Irajah Ven"]

He looked up.

For a brief moment there was cunning in those emerald eyes, before the blankness and dull of the features returned once more. Almost as if it hadn't been there to begin with. But Raj would know better than that, would she not? She saw what she saw, even if she wasn't entirely too sure what it was. Samson was silent, he studied her, it was maybe the first time that she did not get an immediate response, a dogged comment or an inclination of respect.

Just impassive observation and wonder.

"I feel useless." The clone then said, wondering how she would react. "I have been programmed for one purpose and the moment you were gone I was nothing."

Heavy brows furrowed as he was reminded of that short space of time. It still worried him and made him wonder, what would happen if it happened again? If Cerbera wasn't there appointment in hand? Would he turn into himself again and panic?

Would he be a mindless drone once more only governed by short instincts and fear?

"This worries me."
 

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