Preliminary "Engagement"

[Amnell de Portiers]

"I'm sure they will." Or so Amnell hoped. Taking Darkgear's offered hand she pulled herself to her feet. Exiting the ship, her eyes flitted about the space, taking in the details before she focused in on the Clones before her.

"Made to what?!" Had she actually heard that correctly? The shock was so clear in her voice, her subtle movements. Her mind was at a complete loss as to how to respond and what exactly one was to do with this. This was quite possibly the last thing in the galaxy she expected. In fact it had never even been a minuscule thought in a dream. "I ..." The engineer paused and shook her head, hoping that would somehow help proper words and thoughts to form so that she might speak with any bit of eloquence.

"I ..." She stopped again, and rested a hand against her head briefly. "Forgive me but I need a second." Anything for just a moment to work out how to handle this extremely odd situation.

"I think you're going to need more than a second." Nine chirped in, keeping to binary for the moment. For a change Amnell didn't have a witty or otherwise snarky reply.

"Okay," She shifted a little nervously as she glanced back to the troopers. "Let me make sure I have this straight. So, some random person decided to be my benefactor as it were, and gift me not only this ship, but a group of clone troopers as well." That seemed to be a good sum of where they were at for the time being. It just all seemed even stranger to her now that she was here. "What kind of person does this? So generously. But who did this, did not leave their name?" Somehow, someway she was going to have to find him. It was all too much, too much of a gift, far more than she'd ever dreamed for in life.

Until today, her life had been simple, get through the day, fix droids and survive. And maybe, just maybe live comfortably. Though living comfortably was a bit of a relative term for her, a bonus if she could truly have it.

Being at a complete loss of what exactly to do, Amnell finally moved on to the questions asked, and the tasks ahead. "Yes, Medical Bay. Let's get a move on then. As for designations, I was never one who was any good at coming up with names, so by all means please find something that suites yourselves."

Commander, that term used in the same sentence did give her pause. It wasn't something she imagined anyone would call her. "No, no. Not Commander. Just Amnell, if you would please."

[member="Galven Solomon"] | [member="Liam Darkgear"]

 

[Sear]

[member="Amnell de Portiers"]



The clones nodded and went into a proper stance, not a salute, but to attention as they allowed Amnell to ready herself. When she was finished and spoke up, they all had something to say...

"There's nearly sixty Clone Troopers aboard, including me, ma'am. Along with other support units, I command them for you." The head clone trooper spoke.
"There are nearly two-hundred Pilots aboard, including me, ma'am. I command them as something of a Captain, I command them for you." The head Pilot/Captain Clone spoke.
"There are a total of fifty Technicians aboard, ma'am. I command them for you." The head crew technician spoke.

"He never gave us his name, he had a designation, which was used for the entire secret, which means it has nothing to do with him, and we have no way of contacting him. Apologies ma'am," The Captain said, "I do not know if he would have allowed us to tell you his name, but after we show you the Medical Bay, as said he left a hologram message for you."

---(This time used for Amnell to comment more, but they were traveling to the Medbay)---

The Clone Trooper and Technician had left, the Captain escorting Amnell to the medical bay. "The ships medical bay has been upgraded for you needs, two Husket Caskets for your ...pain and such." The clone sighed as he looked up at Amnell, "We were told about your... state, but I don't feel its right to mention it. All the clones onboard know your condition, this ensures they can save you. If you ever get a comm device, please develop a code that we can recognize so we can extract you in an emergency. Otherwise... I leave you t--"


Just as he was about to finish a man came walking down the hallway, in different armor than everyone else, patting the Captain on the back and reaching his hand out to Amnell, offering a handshake. "Well how do you do, miss Amnell? Call me Sear. This good sport was just leaving me to you. I'm your personal guard, and ordered to stay by your side every waking minute. Scary, right? I know, I was a little like what the poodoo is this when I was told. I'm not like these guys, well, I am a clone, but I'm a custom clone. Best life ever right? The old man that left me to you cloned me from one of his soldiers, not his best and brightest, don't know why, but apparently I got things done, which sounds good to me. Difference between me and lughead here," He grinned, nudging the Captain as the Captain shook his head and looked away, "Is I don't have a chip in my skull." He said as he tapped the back of the Captains head, the Captain swatting the mans hand away.

"I'll leave you both to it, I need to get to the bridge. Good day miss Amnell." the Captain said as he took his leave.

"Yeah... anyway, they can't take certain orders, but I'm basically allowed to do anything to save your life or any order you give. Oh and, this is supposed to be like, a big brother kind of deal, Orders are no hands on the goods, no matter how they are," He grinned with a huff, his eyes rolling around as if he was looking at her chest and no more. "I'm Sear, I'll take any order you give, but as you could tell, the old man outranks you still, so I have to follow his order, and I can't stay away from you for too long. Tell me, questions? If not, we'll head to your little suite."

As he stopped to hear Amnell's response, he noticed the droid. "Oh uh, hey there little guy." Giving a little awkward wave.

 

[Amnell de Portiers]

At some point someone might need to help Amnell pick her jaw up off the floor. Exhaling slowly, she closed her eyes for a moment and pinched the bridge of her nose. "So, three hundred men, give or take a few. Okay." Good heavens how did I get into this? She thought to herself.

Truth be told she had little idea how to deal with a situation like this. It wasn't the kind of thing anyone really even dreamed about. Still following, she opened her eyes and gave a quick nod, "I understand. Thank you."

Coming into the Medical Bay, Amnell sighed. She'd seen far too much of places like this. Her brow knitted together in an instant when the Clone Captain mentioned her ... condition. "I see..." It was the strangest thing, to think that someone out there knew the details enough to want to put together this kind of 'gift'. Mind you, she'd never taken the time to actually even attempt to mask or hide her records. They were out there. Still, those that worked around her, friends and the like she avoided telling for so many, many reasons. Pity was one. And fear of the people she cared about leaving her behind after they'd had their share of watching her suffer endlessly. "I will, don't worry." That seemed a touch too important to not do.

She did jump slightly hearing the new voice and slowly turned to greet him. The brunette reached out to shake his hand, though her grip was a little weaker than it should have been. "Hello, Sear." She cocked her head to the side as she keenly listened to what he had to say.

"Terrifying, actually." This was quite possibly the last thing she expected. Though, a part of her realized such things would leave her with an opportunity that never before had crossed her path. "This whole thing is almost unreal. I'm not sure if this is some kind of bizarre dream or what. But I think my dreams have always been more sane than this." Amnell said with a chuckle as she rubbed at her forehead for a moment.

"Hey, hey eyes up here." She snapped quickly. "Big brother kind of deal?" Well, that would at least help prevent future kidnappings. That was something she couldn't complain about. The whole thing, also gave her extensive freedom that Amnell had never been able to achieve before. Not when she needed to stay close to medical centers, physicians and family to take care of her needs. Her independence had been extremely limited.

Still it left the question of who did this. One way or another she was going to find out. And maybe by then the shock of the extravagant gift will have worn out. "So you're going to be with me, every hour of the day and night? Lovely." With another deep breath in, she exhaled slowly trying to keep some semblance of composure. "Let's go ahead to my suite then." The shock still evident in her tone, no matter how she chose to mask it.

Nine whistled a harsh warning beep at Sear.

"I'm not sure he likes you." Amnell said with a shake of her head. "Just give it time." A quick wink followed before she motioned for Sear to lead the way.

[member="Sear"]

 

[Sear]

[member="Amnell de Portiers"]


"Hey, no worries," he smirked playfully glancing at the droid and then back to Amnell, "I promise not to Order 66 your rear," he jokingly said, mixing a little of soldier lingo with perversion and a reference of the old Republic Clones order. "Like I said, I don't have a brainchip. You don't have to worry about me switching in a milisecond to killing instead of protecting. Besides, while the pleasures of feeling are enjoyable, the old man made sure I wasn't really into you, or anything about you. Not that I dislike anything, but he did a few tricks to the old noggin. And no, we won't go into questioning how I feel about that. If I was gonna rebel, I'd have done it already, but I have a sense of... this is a good job, and it's a good cause." He shrugged, going ahead of her. For convenience, the modified medbay was required to be near Amnells personal quarters, so they didn't have far to walk. "Now this is something the old man forgot to do, he always forgets something. I mean, I'm required to stay by your side, and even learn a little medical aid. The problem is... there's no other quarters nearby." He said, opening the door to her quarters, which was a large room, with a large bed, and everything she may need. "You got a personal master bath with the works, and a walk-in closet. So I can either sleep in the spacious closet, or stand outside your door. I know, I know, it's scary how seriously I'm taking the job, but if you die, I'm out of a job."

Sear wasn't realizing he could just take the ship if Amnell was gone, that, or he was ignoring the idea. Sear, even the original, were always a 'no karks given' kind of person, though they both fighting for the right cause. Though unprofessional and sloppy, sometimes not even doing what is expected of the good guy, he still came out doing what was best. That, or the most work he has to do working for this woman right now is walking around, and the rest of the time he could sit and do nothing. But who knows what the hell is going on in this mans head.


In the center of the room, just in front of the bed, a table sat with items strewn all around. "You get back to me on your decision after, this message is for your eyes only, have fun." He said as he left the room, closing the door.

Gifts surrounded a small holo device that had a message on it, prerecorded, and giving off a beep ever so often. Food, treats, sweets, clothes from the Sasori Company, some calenders for both tastes, the giver probably not knowing much about the womans personal life, so giving her what they could find. They probably didn't know much about women, either, as there are slim pickings on the gifts. Also a lockbox, unlocked, with a large amount of credits inside.

 

[Amnell de Portiers]

Amnell chuckled and shook her head, "You certainly better not. Or I'll have to send my little droid to find you and your boss and end the world as you know it." A totally hollow and teasing threat, as indicated by the playful smirk that spread across her lips. And Nine quickly chimed in with a half-hearted series of whistles declaring his mission should anything happen to his mistress. Clearly, even the droid could have his sarcastic moments.

"I suppose that gives me some measure of comfort in an otherwise very bizarre series of events." The girl said with a shrug. She was already committed to this path, even if she din't yet realize it. She'd have time to absorb the realities soon enough and what this could bring to her life as well as her future.

Coming to her quarters, she nodded. It certainly seemed her benefactor had thought of almost everything in regards to her care. Clearly, someone she was going to have to find at some point soon. Though for the time being her mind was still reeling in a bit of shock trying to process it all. "Right. I'll be back in a moment." Amnell said quietly as Nine raced in the room behind her, nearly bumping into her. Slightly protective, most definitely.

Stepping forward, she came to the bed and took a seat on it's edge. The gifts all seemed so thoughtful, and sweet. It still seemed like this was some insane dream. One in which she had little idea how to respond. Seeing the lockbox, the amount of credits just laying there left her further in shock than she had been thus far. "This is some dream. Some really strange dream. It has to be. I'm bound to wake up from this any moment now." The girl told herself. And with little else to do, she did the only thing she could. Finally Amnell picked up the holo and pressed play on the message.

[member="Sear"]

 

[Jeron Verity]

Suddenly an image over the holo device appeared. stuttering into view until it became clear. It was a video message​

"Greetings, miss Portiers. You do not know me, and I can't say I personally know you. First off, how do I know about you and your existence; we can get this sorted out quickly. You were once part of a Spaarti Auction, and to my normal routine, I gathered as much information on you as I could. I'm not a stalker, I'm part of a secret military organization, it's merely protocol to gather information on someone that we don't know... or as much as we can. I, however, have a little more accessibility, than others, because of my position and affiliation. By the time you read this, the organization I will have been a part of, I no longer will be... I will be onto better, and brighter things. So no need to worry if I'm some evil individual tracking your whereabouts. And no, the vessel you are aboard is not modified for anything other than to suit your care and needs, and I will not be able to locate you."​

The image sputtered, then cleared back up again, showing another message in the queue

"The reason why; I am a monster, for everything I have done, I'm am a fright to many people. Do I have renown, admiration, honor? No. I have blood on my hands, of family and friend, and sadly, not much of enemies. Merciless, battle-less, blood. In the grand scheme of things, it was done to get to my current position now, otherwise the galaxy would still be lost. But no, I am that cliche, sad and depressed man who bathes in his past and wrong-doings. However, you... you reminded me of why I was on this path. To help people, protect them, care for them. You, specifically, yes, are the reason why I have set my self on this path, and everyone else like you."

The message ends there, the image sputtering into nothing. For a moment, it was quiet, then it came back into view once more.

"For security reasons. This holo device will destroy itself in a non-explosive means, via melting itself from extreme overheating. Modified personally. No worries, nothing else will be harmed. You either have one hour for any questions you may have, or end the message at any time you cheese before the hour is up, and its self-termination protocol will initiate. Be warned; I only recorded a number of responses to specific questions."​

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[member="Amnell de Portiers"]​

 

[Amnell de Portiers]

Shock rippled through Amnell's features as she listened to the recording. So many things in it came as completely unexpected to her. But now at least it made a little more sense as to why this stranger had so much information on her.

Her thoughts on the ship did drift, wondering if he'd been completely honest with her. Though, his intentions did seem to be rather noble. Getting to the part where he spoke of being a monster had Amnell frowning. Still she listened on, what choice did she have but to listen at this point?
Still, he seemed to genuinely want to help her. Where no one else in the galaxy had ever stepped in before. Well, not true. Amnell hadn't let anyone else step in to help her. She didn't want pity, or sympathy or anything of the sort. All Amnell wanted was normality and some sense of comfort in an otherwise painful life filled with far too much suffering for any one person.

Sighing she leaned forward and rubbed at her eyes as she thought through the questions she wanted to ask. A lot had already been answered. But a few hadn't.

"I just, I'm curious to know if I ever could meet you. Or know who you are." She wanted to thank him personally for this. Even if it was a gift that was far too large, too big for any one person to accept. Still, it gave her greated mobility in her life. Even if she still wasn't sure what to think of it all.

"And I have to ask, of all the people in the galaxy.... Why me? Surely there was something in me that you saw. Something that I haven't seen myself." She said with a sigh. That was really all she had for questions. "I don't think I have anything to ask beyond that."

[member="Galven Solomon"]

 

[Jeron Verity]

[member="Amnell de Portiers"]

"I'm a secret man, whose intentions are shrouded. I keep myself scarce, idiotically opening myself to public to prove to myself I'm still human and a I care. What it means to be human... Otherwise, if I expose myself, it's to further my mission, the mission that I can not speak of. I visit the Spaarti Auctions frequently, betting on dates, and then gifting the dates so that it isn't a dull date with an old man is what I do with my spare time. But my protective instincts led me to find you, and make sure you were safe. Many people have some sort of ability most of the time to protect themselves, but you are weak, you have low health, you are alone, and without help. The part of me that struggles to be what I want to be, and not what I am, felt I should rush to make sure you were safe. But I watched from a distance, to make sure you were okay, as if my plan were to ever have a chance, I need to continue to strive towards it. Or everything I have done so far would be in vein. Do not attempt to find me, I have exposed myself a decent amount, and exposed much information, but trying to find me may result in your death, due to the organization I am part of. I am sorry."​

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"Take care of Sear, he can learn a lot from you. He's a human clone, but he hasn't had a lot of human contact."​

The hologram sputtered with static at the last statement before cutting out, and because she said she was done, the device took that as the end, and it started to sizzle and spark, a pop here and there, and it was done. All that was left was a little smoke. The credits left would be more than enough to fund any future ventures she might want to take, the manufacturer of the ship might know something, the Spaarti might know something, or there might be a catch at the next Spaarti auction, if she so chose.​

 

[Amnell de Portiers]

Amnell sighed. It wasn't exactly the answers she wanted to hear, but it was answers of some type. Now if only she could put the pieces together and find some thread back to this mystery man. Still she did have to worry about endangering herself, as well as him. If it really was that risky, it might not be worth it. After all, she couldn't imagine doing anything that would put him in harm's way. Doing that for a thank you, she wasn't sure about.

With the destruction of the datapad, she sighed and leaned back on the bed for a moment. Sear she knew was still out there waiting. Eventually she'd have to sit down and face him. Perhaps for now a small nap was called for. Sitting up, she pulled a single bottle of pills from her purse and took another dose of medication to help ease her aching joints and nerves.

[member="Galven Solomon"]