Prologue: In Seiger's Name

[Mishel Kryze]

KNIGHTS OF REN: A CHILD OF FIRE​

PROLOGUE: IN SEIGER'S NAME​

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RIONA KERRIGAN-ALCORI HAD ALWAYS BEEN A MYSTERY, TO HER MOTHERS AND TO THOSE WHO KNEW OF HER ORIGINS.​

FORCEBORN CHILDREN WERE RARE, EVEN MORE UNIQUE WAS THAT RIONA WAS BORN TO TWO WOMEN. AMBASSADOR VALESSIA BRENTIOCH,​

WHO DISCOVERED THAT HER ANCIENT DARK BLOODLINE HAD A HAND IN THE CHILD'S CONCEPTION. GRANDMISTRESS SIOBHAN KERRIGAN, A POWERFUL MASTER OF THE FORCE WHO HAS FOUNDED HER OWN DARK JEDI ORDER, THE ORDER OF FIRE. RIONA'S LIFE HAD BEEN RELATIVELY SIMPLE. SHE CALLED THE HANARI HER FAMILY, A MERCHANT FAMILY WHO ADOPTED HER. TOGETHER THEY LIVED ON TABAQUI WHERE RIONA ENJOYED LIFE IN ITS SIMPLICITY.​

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THEN THE KRAAL INVADED, AND HER FAMILY WAS RIPPED AWAY FROM HER - SHE WAS DISCOVERED BY​

AN ACOLYTE. CHARLYRA ARAANO WHO THEN DELIVERED HER TO SIOBHAN, WHERE IT WAS SOON DISCOVERED THAT RIONA WAS INDEED, A KERRIGAN BY BLOOD.​

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FROM THAT POINT RIONA KNEW SIOBHAN AND SIOBHAN'S WIFE TEGAEA ALCORI AS HER PARENTS. LOVING, WARM AND KIND THE WOMEN TOOK TO RAISING RIONA IN THE PROPER WAY. KNOWING THAT ONE DAY RIONA'S OWN NATURE WOULD REVEAL ITSELF. UNFORTUNATELY, WHILE AWAY FIGHTING THE FIRST ORDER ON KAESHANA, A FORMER OMEGA PROTECTORATE WORLD. MEMBERS OF A MERCENARY BAND ARRIVED ON TYGARA TAKING TO THE STREETS OF RIONA'S ADOPTIVE HOMEWORLD.​

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HER GUARDIANS RUSHED THE CHILD TO THE FORTRESS BUT IT WOULD BE FUTILE. THE MERCENARY BAND DISPATCHED A SMALL FIRETEAM TO COLLECT RIONA. REPARATIONS THEY CALLED IT - FOR SIOBHAN'S WAR CRIMES. SCREAMS FROM THE GUARDIANS WHO SWORE TO PROTECT THE CHILD WITH THEIR VERY LIFE COULD BE HEARD. RIONA, WAS TAKEN BY THE MERCENARIES AND WATCHED IN HORROR AS THOSE SHE LOVED DIED. IT WAS ALL SHE COULD RECALL, AND IT WAS ALL SHE WOULD EVER SEE OF TYGARA AGAIN. AS RIONA WAS TAKEN TO VIRGILLIA, DEEP IN FIRST ORDER SPACE. ​

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THERE SHE BECAME THE PET PROJECT OF SEIGER REN.​

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RIONA WAS NATURALLY GIFTED IN THE FORCE. HER MIDI-CHOLORIAN COUNTS WERE HIGH, UNUSUALLY HIGH. IMAGINE THE SUPREME LEADER'S DELIGHT WITH A FORCEBORN IN HIS HANDS. HE THEN ORDERED THAT RIONA BE PLACED IN A BACTA TANK - AND AGAINST HER WILL RIONA WAS SUBMERGED. HER SCREAMS COULD NOT BE HEARD AS THE TANK FILLED. ​

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IT WAS THEN THAT RIONA KERRIGAN-ALCORI DIED. AND MISHEL REN WAS BORN.​

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HER GROWTH TOOK MONTHS, AND ALL SHE WOULD HEAR WOULD BE THE VOICE OF SEIGER REN. ALL SHE WOULD KNOW WOULD BE HIS WORDS AND HIS WILL. YET, SOMEWHERE IN THE BACK OF HER MIND - PERHAPS IN THE DEPTHS OF HER SOUL. LURKED THE MEMORIES OF TYGARA, AND THEY HAUNTED HER JUST AS HER MOTHER'S VOICE ECHOED IN HER MIND - ANGEL. THIS VOICE WOULD BE DROWNED OUT BY SEIGER AND HIS TEACHINGS. SHE WAS HIS DAUGHTER AND SHE WOULD CARRY OUT HIS WILL TO APPEASE HIM AND IF SHE SO LOVED HER FATHER SHE WOULD OBEY HIM WITHOUT QUESTION. ​

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WHEN MEMORIES OF TYGARA WOULD SURFACE - MISHEL PAID FOR IT, GREATLY. OVER TIME MISHEL GREW BOTH IN MIND AND IN BODY. HER NATURAL GROWTH ACCELERATED UNTIL SHE REACHED THE CALENDAR AGE OF SEVENTEEN. THEN, THEN SHE COULD BE RELEASED FROM THE BACTA TANK. SURROUNDING HER RELEASE WOULD BE HER FAMILY, HER BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN SEIGER'S NAME. [member="Castor Ren"], [member="Zmej Ren"], [member="Samka Derith"] AND [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] NOW STOOD IN THE BASTION OF REN BEARING WITNESS TO THE BIRTH OF MISHEL REN AS SHE EMERGED FROM THE BACTA TANK...​

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

It was a sight Kaalia would remember. The bacta tank, the person within it, and the overwhelming Force presence that came from her. She was called upon to witness the moment, the de facto birth of a new Knight of Ren. It felt to the redhead that the Ren were seen as a family; they called each other brothers and sisters, they treated each other similar to how a family would. What was unknown to the others however, was her doubt. She didn't feel gratification from what she did, there was no unwavering loyalty to the 'greater cause'. The reason the young woman was still here was because she simply had nowhere else to go.

The people that stood with her were unknown to Kaalia aside from [member='Zmej Ren']. They had trained together before, but the other two were unfamiliar faces. She was not really communicating with them, but acknowledged them as they met inside the chamber.

And so there she stood, welcoming a new Ren into the family. A being of great power, now going by the name of Mishel Ren. To the former Jedi it was disturbing, from the bacta tank to the person who just stepped out of it. She didn't know what to expect, and so she just stood there, quietly taking it in.

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[member='Castor Ren'] [member='Mishel Ren'] [member='Samka Derith']

 

[Zmej Ren]

Another new Hand would be joining Sieger Ren’s family of deadly, devoted Force users today. Zmej Ren, hands clasped behind her back and draped in the usual black robes, possessing a cross-shaped lightsaber to adorn her hip, patiently observed the bacta tank with a single body floating within. Having no need for anonymity, her face was free of a mask or helmet to conceal the young woman’s facial features, revealing two burning eyes to the entire galaxy, both piercing the perfection incarnate through her own reflection mirrored on the glass. Although this distinctly female sister looked so peaceful, harmless, the Force revealed raw power slumbering inside. Upon being refined and directed the right way, she would undoubtedly become a particularly valuable weapon in the First Order’s arsenal. Curiosity drove Zmej’s gloved fingers towards the tank, screeching across the glass in unbearable anticipation. Witnessing to the procedure was not entirely different from seeing a birth. In a way, this was just that; a new sister would be born, sentenced to walk among the ranks of Ren, a new deadly tool at the Supreme Leader’s disposal.

Retracting her hand, not her great expectations however, Zmej Ren took several steps back and allowed the process to finish as planned. Deep breaths saw her chest rise and fall, excitement reached critical levels and produced a slight shiver than ran across the blonde’s entire body. A brief look without a single word uttered addressed all around before shifting back to the new addition known as Mishel Ren. High expectations accompanied the brunette before her path even started and one could only hope she lived up to the promise locked inside that small body of hers. Zmej could relate, still feeling the weight of her father’s heroic exploits, desperately trying to approach the war hero’s greatness.

She'd never make it.

Before claimed by more anger-inducing thoughts, Mishel Ren has been unleashed, free of her prison's transparent walls. Corners of Zmej’s lips curled in a smile, one usually displayed by family members after meeting their long lost relatives. No hesitation stopped the young disciple's hand from undoing her cloak and wrapping it over the freshly released brunette's body to cover her.

“Rise, sister.”

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[member="Mishel Ren"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Castor Ren"] [member="Samka Derith"]

 

[Mishel Kryze]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABn1vPwpwug[/media]​

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Mishel had been the single body floating within the confines of the bacta tank. Her body on display for all to see, a breather mask on her face and in her mind the voice of Seiger Ren echoed. As the water began to flush and her body sank to the floor she knew not the shock of life that awaited her. Vital monitors echoed and beeped charting her breathing patterns, another for her heart rate. She could not hear the gloved hand to the curvature of the tank, nor could she see who it belonged to but the brunette felt it. The newest Hand could feel those present before her although she knew not their names, knew not their faces but Mishel pushed out with the force. Attempting to perceive them, but raw power such as hers had not yet been refined while Seiger spoke to her and instructed her, educated her in how she should govern herself. The actual instruction in the use of her abilities he could not give directly, it would be her brothers and sisters who could instruct her as such.

A single hiss marked the opening of the bacta tank and from it, Mishel Ren emerged. Her knees dropped to the cold hard ground beneath them, her body shivered. Opening her eyes, Mishel found her vision blurred. Squeezing them shut she pushed out with the force like a child, panicking - trying to make sense of it all. Her heart rate increased and then a cloak was draped around her and the voice, a voice was heard instructing her to rise. The brunette's eyes opened with a sudden shock as if - as if programmed to do so, and so with one foot planted on the ground. Mishel Ren rose, and then the second foot as she now stood, hair still wet and her eyes glowed a raw umbra hue, anchored by a golden amber. Recalling moments ago when she had pushed out with the force, she turned toward the blonde. "Sister Zmej." She called more in an effort to attach a name with the unique force signature she detected. Her voice was cool, and a bit hoarse.

[member="Zmej Ren"], @Samka Derith, [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Castor Ren"]

 

[Samka Derith]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mSQ3BJVMfAI[/media]​

The tank was a familiar sight to the youngest Ren. For the past few months she'd been one of the few assigned to monitor the growth of the latest experiment her Order was undertaking. Samka had questioned the effects stripping someone of their childhood could have, those times had helped her become the person she was for good or ill, but her superiors brushed those concerns away. The success of clones with accelerated growth had proven to be an argument she could not rebuff despite her private doubts. So it came to pass that every so often, the teenager would visit the tank. They had scientists to monitor the state of the machinery and the girl's health but only a Ren could feel how successful the experiment was going. With every visit the blurred form in the tank had changed somewhat, growing larger, and with it the Force signature within. Sam had reached out to read the Force signature and make certain the subject's mind had not cracked beyond repair under the pressure of... whatever was happening in there. Now, finally, the day of rebirth was upon them.

Assembled with her were a few of the acolytes, only [member="Castor Ren"] was familiar to her, the others she knew of by name only. [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], the red head, stood there looking uncertain. The other had reached out and...

"Ahem," Samka cleared her throat and took a step forward, giving [member="Zmej Ren"] a short disapproving glance. Touching the tank may seem innocent enough but anything that stood the slightest chance of disrupting the intense effort to bring things to this point could not be tolerated. Sam did however acknowledge it was done purely from excitement so did not come down hard on the blonde girl.

It opened. A hiss and out came their newest recruit. There was a small urge to reach out and aid the young woman falling from the tank but no, it was crushed immediately. First they had to see, see if she had the strength alone.

Sam watched the body on the floor with curious eyes. Confusion then fear, so much fear. Was she still just a child inside? But then she stood with a complete change in body language. Firm and strong. The corner of Sam's mouth twitched into the briefest and faintest of smiles. This was a good sign. For now though, the youngest Ren remained silent. She would let the others deal with the human side of things. Samka was too busy analysing every move, physical and with the Force, for any hint of success and failure.

Besides, she had no experience in this comfort and welcoming thing.

[member="Mishel Ren"]​

 

[Progflaw99]

Observing. Silently.

It was what he had been doing the entire time and even now he found no words that could describe what exactly he had just witnessed. Castor was no stranger to the concept of cloning nor the complexities of genetics but to say that was his forte would be an outright falsehood. The blade was where his skill was spent - not in the meddling of DNA and nucleotides. It was with a smug grin that he watched the young Knight clear her throat at the other acolyte. Though he too was but a Disciple of Ren, his experiences had granted him superior insight to many of his rank, though for some reason the Supreme Leader thought it of import to remain among their number - was it his lack of drive? His lack of skill? Certainly that could not be the case, and yet - he doubted. Dangerous was doubt, even the smallest of seeds could upset the rock hard resolve of a devout follower - as the weeds would crack through the duracrete of abandoned bunkers of ages past.

Bringing himself back into the present, he watched with interest as the chamber opened, depositing the newest of their kind upon the floor, birthing her into the world of men. The girl's body gracelessly fell to the ground, Castor's eyes narrowed as he watched. Unceremonious to say in the least. A rustling of robes was drowned out by the mess of amniotic fluid now spewing across the floor. A messy affair. Curiously he watched the proceedings - waiting for the girl to rise.

[member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]​

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Mishel Ren, clothed only in a cloak given to her by [member="Zmej Ren"]. The young woman cast a surveying glance to those in the room, "Brother Castor, Sister Kaalia, Sister Samka." Her voice remained dry and hoarse, narrowing her gaze she took one step forward past those around her. "Bastion, am I here?" She questions and moves forward again and asks, "home, this?" Words were backwards, and she struggled to grasp all that she had been taught. There is still an innocence to her, perhaps some line of what had been taken from her. Robbed of her childhood, she still - saw things in such a way, colours were brighter and pigments glared out calling for her to notice them. "We are Ren, led by our father Seiger."

Approaching each member she looked them up and down, "Brother Castor, disciplined - bald." Mishel wanted to reach out and touch his head, but she refrained and turned toward Zmej. "Sister Zmej, aggressive - dark eyes." And then, "Samka - powerful - red eyes." Stepping back, her hand grabbed at the cloak covering herself. She was cold, although she did not apply a word to the sensation. Turning around she looked at the bacta tank and narrowed her gaze. A troubled look crossed her face something in her heart told her that this, this was not where she belonged and that somewhere out there in this wide galaxy that she belonged with someone else and that she was meant for greater things. "Home?" Her voice susses out the word, "is this home?"

[member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]​

 

[Zmej Ren]

As the bacta tank’s effects slowly subsided, wearing off while temporarily leaving the girl confused and disoriented, Zmej smiled at the new addition to Sieger Ren’s deadly family. It was apparent Mishel had yet to fully adjust to the sudden change in environment, surrounded by new people and following a different path. Curiosity and desire to find out more about the brunette were there, but perhaps the yellow-eyed disciple wasn’t supposed to know the full story behind Mishel’s birth.

Ultimately, it did not matter, for as long as loyalty and obedience guided the new Ren’s path, the past would continue to rest in its shallow grave without any hopes of ever getting out. Instead of giving into the lingering stench of the past clouding one’s vision, it was necessary to look into the future and all it promised. Greatness and power awaited the Ren – not only Mishel, but each and every single one of them. Like so many others before, the order faced a decision whether to seize the chance at glory or not; carve its name into the face of the galaxy and prove victorious against the Galactic Alliance and its Jedi dogs or vanish, forgotten and dismissed as numerous cults lost to history.

Comforting another wasn’t one of Zmej’s strongest suits; raised a weapon, the blonde’s empathy was a barely explored path, reserved only for those with a special place in her cold heart. When it came to family though, even the pale skinned agent knew better than to deny a loving gesture. The first Mishel was going to receive from her and most likely the last, yet it held all the more value.

“Yes,” Zmej offered a nod, followed by a grin, “You are home. Among family.”

Without any other word, the blonde reached out and pulled the freshly christened Ren sister into a fateful embrace that would mark the start of her new journey.



[member="Mishel Ren"] [member="Castor Ren"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

It was obvious to Kaalia that [member="Mishel Ren"] was not accustomed to the new environment. The newest Ren took in the sight of everyone around, noting their presence- except hers. It was to be expected, the redhead was still one of the newer members of the Ren, but she decided to step out of the proverbial shadow anyway. "Do not worry, we are here for you." Kaalia said in a soft tone, one that sounded of sincerity. The woman took a single step forward, closing the small distance between her and both [member="Samka Derith"] and [member="Castor Ren"]. "We stand at your side." She did not come any closer however, letting Mishel proceed when it felt right to her.

The redhead was still slightly troubled by the environment they were in herself. The room, the tank, the woman who came out of it, it felt off. She did not show it however, keeping it to herself. She'd get used to it, hopefully. Kaalia looked Mishel in the eyes, sending a warm smile towards her. The first weeks were definitely going to be tough for Kaalia's new 'sister', but she was going to be there, and do whatever she could to bring the comfort necessary to adjust. The young woman's own inner struggle between Light and Dark would have to be set aside, someone needed her help and she would not ignore that.

[member="Zmej Ren"]

 

[Samka Derith]

Her arms remained folded together as Sam stood watching the woman on the floor, it was... a rather pathetic sight if she was to frank. Hopefully this expensive experiment was going to be worth it. As Mishel's gaze turned over each of other the Ren in turn, Samka's eyes met hers and the Knight found herself wondering how many thoughts were racing through that mind at this very moment.

Sister.

Sister is what she'd been called. The Order of Ren often addressed each other that way. Brothers and Sisters. But it didn't feel right to Sam. A family was a forced bond by circumstance. Over the years, she'd become increasingly disillusioned with the memory of her family and instead of replacing it, she rejected the concept all together. As far as Samka Derith was concerned, she had no 'siblings' within the Ren. She existed alone with only her own abilities to truly rely on. But that was her own philosophy, she would not challenge others on theirs.

But her first smile of the day cracked on her lips at [member="Mishel Ren"]'s rather apt description of her. Yes, she was powerful, wasn't she? There was always room for improvement, yes but her abilities were far above the typical ones for her age. It was then that the red haired Ren stepped forwards to give 'encouraging words'.

Sentimentality could only get them so far, however, the girl may seem confused and bewildered at the moment but they had to have faith that the mind altering within the tank had done it's job and that Mishel could understand and comprehend her situation. It was what she was grown for, after all, so Sam addressed her question.

"Yes. You are in the Bastion of Ren. This is to be your home for the considerable future, perhaps even the rest of your life. We shall see." Sam's tone was not cold but neither was it as warm as the likes of Kaalia or [member="Zmej Ren"]. It was factual and nothing more. "We do indeed serve Seiger Ren. Our task is to solidify the power of our Supreme Leader and, by extension, our Imperial society by any means necessary. Do you understand that? Does it make sense?" The questions were needed to gain an insight into the state of the girl's mental well-being and how much knowledge she had retained.

[member="Castor Ren"]

 

[Mishel Kryze]

You're part of my family

Family, the word held meaning to the girl and as [member="Zmej Ren"] pulled her into an embrace. Mishel wasn't sure what to do as her body reacted to this as if it had done so before, her arms went around Zmej. Holding onto the petite blonde in a manner befitting family, family. When the blonde let her go she turned to the redhead, [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], "sister Kaalia." She manages and looks at the woman's red hair. Approaching her she took a lock of the red hair into her hand for a moment, "red hair." Letting it go she closed her eyes, pain swept across her facial features.

Sweetie, I'm your mother. You're home, my little miracle.

"Mama," she whispered as the memories of Tygara swarmed into her mind but as they did so, something else - someone else, interfered. A painful feeling of fire in her mind burned, sending the young Ren to her knees. Hands clutching at her head. Her heart rate spiked and the voice of Seiger Ren came into her mind, "Mishel, I am your father. It is from me you were born - you will forget this woman." The voice of [member="Samka Derith"] ruptured through Seiger's voice, and the young woman looked up at those dark red eyes. Bastion of Ren, so this was home - home, family. The word still troubled her but as Sam spoke, Mishel rose to her feet. Mishel studied Samka's lips, studied the words as they came out of her mouth, "Seiger is father - we adhere to his words, no Imperial, I." She said with a manner of defiance, "I... I am." Another painful shock was sent through her system but she did not buckle this time, "Am..." She grasped the cloak around her body and pulled it so tight. A scar visible to those with keen eyesight, the scar was set along the back of her neck - an implant, for control, had been embedded. "Yes, yes I understand."

It seemed the Supreme Leader had his way of controlling his newest pet.

"I am Mishel Ren, Child of Seiger."

Silence fell across the room, and then a rumble. Mishel quirked a brow looking for the sound, and when it happened again she titled her head, opening her cloak the sound was louder. "I require nutrition," she said plainly looking directly at Zmej and then [member="Castor Ren"].

 

[Progflaw99]

Out of his depth. Or at least he certainly felt like it. It was strange, seeing a fully grown woman simply burst forth from the chamber, but moreso awkward than much else. It wasn't the girl's nakedness which had caused him pause but instead the entire uniqueness of the process as a whole. The Supreme Leader had mysterious ways, this was just one of the many intricacies that had escaped the Senior Disciple of Ren. Even so he looked on, there was a reason he had been selected among those present to attend this unique addition to their ranks. Part of him wondered if it was as much an experiment as anything else - but he would keep that to himself. Never having fathered children himself he felt at a loss, paternal instinct had never truly been his and to pretend as such felt - disingenuous. Instead he opted to remain silent, his dark eyes carefully watching the girl. There was a power there, he could feel it - it was familiar. With time she would become powerful, perhaps even more powerful than he, to deny the possibility was folly.

Watching her as she interacted with the others showed him just how strange the dynamic was - fully grown yes, experienced - certainly not. As the audible rumbling of their newest Ren's stomach sounded, he raised an eyebrow. Just another side affect of being raised essentially in a tube. As she asked towards food, he paused a moment before responding.

"Sustenance can be found freely at your own desire. If you would, follow me."​

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Castor bowed, casting a quick glance at the Senior Ren of their number, Samka Derith, almost as if asking for permission to lead them to the dining hall. He may have had her by years and yet she still remained his superior, something he had grown quite comfortable with - surprising given the age gap but more than once he'd bore witness to the Ren's capabilities. She was a capable warrior and he had vowed during the siege of the Bastion that he would follow her into the bowels of Mustafar if required - his respect was based on merit, not anything less.​

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[member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"]​

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Painful shocks were reminders that she was no longer, Riona Kerrigan-Alcori a beloved child of Siobhan Kerrigan and her wife Tegaea Alcori. No more would she be entitled to such a privileged life where tutors and governesses would ensure her upbringing. Now she was a tool of Seiger Ren, a forceborn tool to be used to his advantage. The hollowed sounds of the chamber in which held her still echoed in her mind. The feeling of fluids swimming about her still made standing feel so foreign. "Of course, brother Castor," she acknowledged the Senior Ren.

Family was the best way to ensure her loyalty, perscribing the Ren as her new family. A young child could understand the importance of protecting siblings and parents. As such Mishel understood her duties and loyalities. [member="Samka Derith"] would be made responisble for Mishel as the senior most of those in attendance here. Seiger would instruct that his prized experiment be properly taught and implemented into the galaxy.

The Bastion of Ren's halls were active with the footsteps of Mishel as she followed Castor. Still naked with nothing to her body except for cloak [member="Zmej Ren"] had given to her. Mishel pulled her hair to one shoulder clutching at the fabric to keep herself warm. On occassion, Mishel would turn her head, and she'd look over her shoulder just to see if the others were there. Including [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] even if the sight of Kaalia's hair seemed to stir some of Mishel's stronger memories.

"I am Kerrigan's child," she somewhat blurted as the memories and voices seemed to align in her mind, "your hair reminds me of mother." Mishel managed to the redhead.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

As the group walked down the hallways of the Bastion, Kaalia was filled with questions. It seemed that [member="Mishel Ren"] reacted quite heavily to her, and she guess that her red hair color was the source of it. It was a unsettling sight, seeing the new Ren seemingly in pain as she took a lock of the redhead's hair in her hand. Mishel then told her that her hair reminded her of her mother, someone by the name of Kerrigan. Kaalia honestly didn't know how to react to what she said, and simply sent a comforting nod towards her.

"This is the dining hall, Mishel." the woman said as they entered the room, seeing that it was currently empty. "Take whatever you need."

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[member="Samka Derith"] [member="Castor Ren"] [member="Zmej Ren"]