Private Sister Wolf

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
COMPANION: xxx
TAG: Christina Locke

The atmosphere of the facility was cold. The temperature was cool. Walls were stark and lacked any semblance of warmth. The floor exuded a dampness which seemed to seep through the flesh and settle in the bones. Gerwald hated facilities like this. They were too clinical. He was a creature of the forest, or at least that is what his kind had become. The wolf may have been an experiment at first, but the Lupo had come far.

Their history was storied with many trials, wars, bloodshed, triumphs, and losses. Tears and songs littered the vast progress made by those who overcame the abandonment of their creator. The species had become everything the alchemist had hoped, and so much more. Free will had become theirs. The ability to procreate and expand their kind beyond the borders of the planet they had been dumped on made their tale a grand adventure.

Gerwald would have loved to see the look on the face of the Sith which had made them to know one of their kind had become the Lord Commander of the greatest Force Order the galaxy had ever seen. How ironic the beast found his way to the Sith Order then. It had always been the intention that the Lupo would become a weapon for the Sith, but not in the way Gerwald was. There was one of him, not an entire species, at their beck and call. Even at that, there was only one Sith who could truly demand everything of the wolf and see it done.

Srina Talon , Darth Omnia.

She had been the only Exarch of the Confederacy which Gerwald had truly bonded with. Whether it had been the force, his will, or the whimsical fancy of the Echani which liked to collect broken things, the wolf no longer cared. What he knew was that many of his best memories included her, and several of them pulled him back to the CIS.

Gerwald was now tasked with bringing the remaining world of the Tsis’Kaar to heel. Empyrean had made it clear the wolf needed to consolidate the territory under Eternalist control before any other power or authority could claim them. That was a task he could not do alone, nor without equipment. He grinned thinking of how the Confederacy had brought so many worlds under its banner.
Droids.

Whatever remained of the old technology, Gerwald had decided to gather it together. It was the reason he found himself in the warehouse, the cold research facility. There was something Gerwald found during his search among his findings which had been interesting. It was a lone life pod. Someone had been cryogenically frozen. Why, the wolf did not know. These pods were used to preserve life. A Viceroy’s wife had been placed in for some time following the Agent Wars. This tank did not date that far back.

“Locke.”

It was a name the wolf knew too well. Exarch John Locke was the first name which came to mind. Allyson Locke also came to mind. He had known some inkling of their whereabouts, and this was not it. Whoever this was, however they were related, was a mystery to the former Lord Commander, but perhaps an asset.

He looked to the team which had followed him in.

“Secure this one. As soon as she wakes and is coherent I want to be notified.”

Gerwald turned away and let the medical team do what they needed to do. Their summons would come soon enough, and the wolf would be ready to meet this Locke. If he was going to command CIS assets again, he might as well start to gather those still displaced by the Cataclysm.

He would add her to his growing collection.

 

[Christina Locke]

Location: Unknown
Personal Items: Necklace
Tags: Gerwald Lechner

Not all of the events of the past were frozen in time. A secular, silent vigil by the wayward Locke over the cache of old Confederacy goods was only one of the few that remained of times past. Tucked away in a forgotten little spot in the galaxy and passed over by those less aware of the hidden thing. The Locke girl lost again after the cataclysmic events on Naboo that had planted her inside a cryogenic pod in the out of the way reach. Launched in haste as a medical emergency from the surface before her sister could properly reach her.

Struck in the abdomen by the strange creatures that had run riot across the surface and air of Naboo on that fateful day. Barring the reunion of the Locke twins and only causing the chasm between them to become insurmountable.

The medical vessel lost among the countless other ships that had been tossed about during the scramble to escape those creatures. Her condition stabilized in flight before being passed on to another with no hesitation as to speed her away towards some unnamed safety.

That haste had cost her a quick thaw.

Placed within a warehouse rather than reunited with the remains of the Confederate forces that had slipped away from the galaxy. Stowed away without a warning or message to alert anyone to her presence amid the items gathering dust motes and failed mold cultures that strained against the cold to adapt and mutate.

Without a reunion by the commanding forces of the Confederacy, there was no one to wake the missing girl. No one to make right the slumber she'd been forced into in the belief another would come to fetch her. Release her back into the galaxy. That her sister might find her once more to finally realize their reunion.

But none had come and properly taken stock of what had been lost, found, and thrown to the far edges of the galaxy. Having slipped away before they were able to do so. And Christina was left under a healing cycle for her wounds. All the while the pod slowly crept towards its inevitable switch to an extended cryogenic suspension. The wound to her abdomen and the internals now repaired after an unknown amount of time to properly set and stitch itself back together.

The warehouse a silent tomb before the arrival of the former Commander. The hidden treasure trove of abandoned droids, materials, and other relics of a vanished military stocked and sorted with haphazard alacrity. As neatly as one could manage before shutting the whole warehouse down for storage, setting the environment controls to as cold as possible without threatening thermal issues of the more delicate systems housed there. The continued existence of the warehouse a secret that hadn't been found until the hunt for old spoils turned over that particular stone.

The pod itself moved freely once the thin layer of ice around the base had been broken loose. The soft shattering of those cold tendrils letting loose of the castors that groaned at first against the cold floor. A sharp squeal of bearings coming free from congealed gels as the pod twirled and was pulled out from the congested space it was crammed into.

It's occupants slumber unfazed by the shaking and shifting that it took to pull the contraption free.

The hubbub of bodies and solving the systems mechanisms short lived as the process for release and awakening was set into order. A slow awakening to allow the body to Awaken with ease, there was time after all with the vast amount of items to take stock of. The future asset being harmed wasn't exactly a promising idea, and while it wasn't the greatest care taken, it was plenty enough as the process finished with a great woosh of air as the pod dispelled its pressurized state.

The Locke woman inside waking with a desperate gasp for air. An alarming emptiness in her chest as she choked on the cold air that replaced the stale breath there. Her senses distorted as the fog around her brain fought to remain. Hazel eyes blinking at first widely out of sync with each other as her whole body wracked itself with coughing against the air.

A retching hack that seemed to help the fog clear as her senses rode on the coat tails of pain. Her spine and stomach both spiked with pain against the dry heave that rocked her body. Hands keeping her pressed back into the cushion of her pod.

The faces around her were distorted and wrong. Her voice rising to a panicked squawk as she tried to make her alarm known. Arms slow to respond as feeling slowly ebbed into her bones and muscles. Confusion about her surroundings or who she even was as those hands kept her from thrashing about. The squawk of her voice shifting from a that awkward sound to a hoarse yell.

"Hands. Off! Who, are you?" The pitch of her voice melting from panick to concern as memories floated back to her mind. Numbing her to the world as those hands kept her pinned, eyes fluttering with each revelation as the fog began to flee from her mind. The attack on that pretty planet. What planet had that been? It was verdant and so. Rich with life and culture. The name evading her as the scenes of battle replaced the serene vision of beauty. Those strange beings that had appeared. The slaughter of beings around her. A fighting and desperate retreat before they'd been pushed into a corner. A wound. Her eyes thrown down and neck craned to find the spot, hidden behind the skinsuit that had been plugged into the cryopod.

Arms held to her side as she tried to peel back the singular layer from the reassurance that she was not dead. That this wasn't some last minute playback of memories she just got to ride along with. Her downcast eyes now rolling side to side at the gathered bodies that angled and pressed her down.

"Get. Off!" A spike of temper in the Force while she struggled, the cryopod filling the air with a high pitched whir of its systems while power began to filter into the machine. Drawing this power from other sources in the warehouse as lights dimmed before the illumination panels inside the pod faltered and crackled into a dark silence. The lights in the warehouse flickering briefly before gaining in power with the pod disabled now.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
COMPANION: xxx
TAG: Christina Locke

Rest was something the wolf found little of in the past weeks. Empyrean had been making moves, and those which wanted his throne were constantly moving about in the shadows. For his own part, Gerwald was also doing his part in manipulating certain events and hoping the outcomes would lead to what he wished. The Emperor had told him to build up his power base, and that was something the wolf was doing. He had also told his hound to deal with Tsis’Kaar remnants which would seen to rebel. Gerwald was handling that in his own way as well.

The wolf could only hope his maneuvers would not come back on his own head. Being Sith was not something which came natural to Gerwald. He did not always have the ability to push Empyrean’s agenda and still position himself in a place to get what was best for himself. There were many deals and negotiations to be made, and for what, to protect his own interest while still serving the life debt to his mistress as best as he was capable of doing.

It seemed his recent acquisition was not going to allow him a reprieve from the game. Lights flickered in the facility. Gerwald could feel the draw of power long before the message came he was needed. They were not equipped to deal with her sudden outburst or display of talent. They should have been. Waking up as she had would be a shock to any system.

“Set up a null field now,” he barked as he opened the door.

“We cannot, the drain on the power, it is too much.”

He worked his way to the table and reached for a sedative. This was not the ideal scenario, but perhaps they needed to try waking her up again.

“Hold her down.”

The attendants made quick work to do just that, and if the woman would allow them enough time before they all went flying off of her, Gerwald would press the sedative to her neck and let it seep into her bloodstream. If it would knock her out even for an hour, it would be enough time to move her to a more suitable location. What she needed was a more familiar setting and something more comfortable than a cryopod.

Oh… and they needed to limit the technology in the room. The last thing Gerwald needed was to see the girl with a battery supply when they finally had a chance to talk.