The female cyborg stood looking at the passing asteroids, wondering how much minerals were being wasted from the lack of harvesting. A well funded mining expedition with the backing of a company could net massive profits, but the location and dangers from which these big rocks slowly rotated and floated about was almost not worth the risk. She made a file in her memory core for further research into a project.
Slowly she turned her head toward her companion, who made an inquiry about the nature of being a cyborg. "I wasn't asked permission to be constructed in such a manner," she said scanning his DNA make-up; creating a file inside the wrist data pad. "They wiped my memory clean, so I have no recollection of who I was before this procedure. However, the Force at times gives me fragmented visons of my past, but trying to piece it together is like putting a puzzle together when there are several key components missing. It's rather annoying."
From the onset of her liberation from the lab she was fabricated, she once toyed with the idea of trying to discover who she was; but after some thinking and running scenarios in her core, it was best to leave whatever history she had in the past. The future was more important to her now. Despite the twisted experiments wrought upon her, she was more than the sum of what she once was. She did know one thing, she was a prototype; a one of kind gem among bleak and worthless rocks.
"Inquiry. What is your history?"
[member="Keldoth Mindweaver"]
