Transformation Truancy

[Sebastian Santelli]

Transformation Truancy​

Ascendant Industries, Naporar​

[member="Alva Calvarona"]​

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It was such a dreary day. The torrents of rain and dark clouds looming over the vast complex that was the home suite of one of the remaining companies still in Chiss space. Well, free Chiss space. The One Sith had already conquered several Chiss planets and they resented them for all of their musings within their government and internal operations. The Chiss were a race that not only avoided outside contact, but loathed it. Only a handful of notable individuals had actually ventured out into the rest of the galaxy with the direct intent in completely immersing themselves in its culture.

Sure the old Ascendancy had bitten off more than it could chew in past wars when it was allied with the old Sith Empire, but those were old ties and the people were tired of war. Admiral Davin had to admit it as well, he was too. Although he had been bred from birth to become a warfighter and politician, it got boring and old quite fast. He needed a change of pace. So he got into economics.

Ascendant Industries was his little plaything when not attempting to manipulate with the rest of the galaxy. Previous ventures with the Fel Imperium had proven quite fruitful when searching for old establishments on Wayland and nearby planets. Heck, he'd even discovered an old module that contained cloning information and the blueprints for constructing such technology and it had been developed on Naporar.

"Send the message. We are awaiting for her arrival."

The usual black-clad knight was not adorned in his usual armor that he wore in service of the Imperial Remnant. Now, he wore his simple stark white uniform and the rank bars of a Grand Admiral. Not that he was a Grand Admiral, officially, anymore, he just liked to keep old habits in place and didn't exactly feel like taking them off. He'd earned them. Nobody could take that away.

Upon his orders, a young blue-skinned crewman nodded and relayed the message to their contact. She had something very interesting cooking up in the development and cloning labs below and it was almost time to pick up her order.

 

[Alva Calvarona]

[member="Davin"]

Yes, the young second princess of Crina certainly did have something interesting cooked up in the cloning labs under the control of a certain Chiss. It had taken a while since her fruitless "tour" of St. Tiberius Academy to determine a fitting punishment for the man who had displayed such levels of ignorance and arrogance. The bastard truly was the lowest of scum. Not only was he a rebel, but he was a fool among fools as well. He blamed the Royal Family for the death of his parents during the civil war and dropped out of the Royal Military Academy to become a traitor? Yet the Rebels kill his uncle as well later on, and he still maintains his loyalty to them?

The fool was a man who fought against peace and order for no reason. He did not believe in their cause, he was a child who wanted his way and petty revenge without having to think too hard about the pain he caused along the way and how things were never so black and white. Alva had hoped to at least be able to use the man to bring the people back in line, a rebel and soldier just well known enough with the right background to show the populace that all was well. If a rebel visible enough could accept the situation and revert to supporting order and peace, it would demoralize the remaining rebels or for the more sappy individuals make them feel like they got what they wanted despite losing.

But no, he insulted her, he ignored what she had to say, and she wasted her time and efforts on a plan that ultimately went nowhere. Perhaps they could have quelled some of the murmurs of dissent still roaming about, they could reduce the number of potential rebels in the future. But no, all the criminal could do was whine and moan about his own injustices. The only regret the Crinan Princess had was that she hadn't killed him on the spot, but she had to be. . . . a more generous and accepting person than that.

So a much more benevolent idea came to Alva. She would reform the poor stupid fool, she would help him become a functional and dedicated citizen. A loyal upholder of Crina's order and peace. And that was where Davin came in. It was certainly a bit of a trip, but when her Noble Class vessel the Harmony of Luminita made its approach to Naporar, Alva found herself smiling at the work coming together.

It was time to pick up her order.

 

[Sebastian Santelli]

"Sir, she has arrived."

"Good, prepare the final sequences of the project."

"Aye, sir."

A smart salute was snapped before a young Chiss spun on his heels and took off to complete his new orders. Admiral Davin had been attentively listening to background chatter from his intelligence networks, trying to piece things together into something of a puzzle. That's all this intel was: a puzzle. Once you found the pieces all you had to do was slide together some elaborate plan that would ultimately benefit you if you played your cards right. It wasn't hard, he'd had years of practice.

After a few moments of focus, he turned his attention to other modules and monitors. His office was quite the luxurious set up, seemingly all decorations and crisp furniture until there was work to be done. In seconds, the room could be converted from a standard office into a tactical command center with networking sequences and command modules sliding into place from wall sockets and other mechanical marvels.

But now, he sat at his desk staring at a singular readout and a video feed. The project was almost a success and he had only to confirm the orders of their plan to finally finish it. This particular subject had some mighty peculiar details added in regards to the way it was created and the reason for such oddities were unknown to the Black Knight. Hopefully, his orders to the crewmen and security detail were handled immediately and this darling Crinian Princess should be reaching him any moment now.

A Princess. It'd been quite a while since he'd met anyone of noble status.

[member="Alva Calvarona"]

 

[Alva Calvarona]

[member="Davin"]

Ah yes, her special order did have many peculiar features specified. After all, Alva had desired to truly make poor Alexander Nestor, deluded and stupid as he was, into a much more pleasing example of Crina's people. No longer would the bastard be a self serving, ignorant, arrogant, foolish, unthinking, and stupid rebel. Now he would be a new person, a very different person from who he used to be. Of course there would be plenty of time spent with the new woman to fill in the reborn traitor on everything proper, but there was already a plan in place for that. She had made sure the flash memory implants made it so at least dear Agatha retained basic knowledge and learning, and in fact carried over most of her Academy days at St. Tiberius' classes.

Still, a lot was missing. No name would exist until given, no clear memories attached to the war would be involved since Alva did not want her precious reborn fool to recall serving the rebellion, plus no memory of family outside hazy pictures (and of course she already had official documents changed so that Alexander Nestor never existed, instead an Agatha Nestor did. One who was a dutiful and loyal soldier of the Royal Army, in fact a General! In fact someone who appeared to have repeated ties to Alva. Family, School, and Military records all altered to match that. And the Family death records all claimed rebel's slaughtered them.), what might have been the most expensive was having the memories associated with Alex's body blurred so that dear Agatha would have as little memory of her former male form as possible to mess up her adjustment, and perhaps what Alva appreciated best was having emotional cues changed in the poor former rebel. During moments of intense joy, as well as love, Alva requested memories of her smiling at Alex to be overlayed (which had occurred when she first took Alex on the tour as she acted cordial if one recalled) to instill in Agatha great loyalty and devotion to Alva personally and to base the new girl's drive to serve the Royal Family. Of course to help with these as well Alva had a little girl, the daughter of one of her servants who was safely back home now, have some memories implanted with haziness to better replace some of Alex's childhood with some days of dancing about the Palace, to also lend more to the idea Agatha was always female and did have proper connections to Alva at a young age perhaps.

Perhaps she was having too much fun and making it too personal, but at the same time with how god damn insulted she felt by the former Rebel, turning him into her personal loving girlfriend and loyal commander seemed like such delicious punishment. Sure it was an odd waste of credits, but Alva knew she had a position to maintain, and no rebel would ever have the right to deny her plans, and any who did would find themselves punished in as cruel a manner as possible, no matter how odd it may be in the end, and she would have fun with it too.

So landing and waiting to be led to Davin, Alva smiled hoping her personal project was ready.

 

[Sebastian Santelli]

Almost immediately as soon as Alva made her appearance on the world, she would've found herself within the escort of a pair of uniformed Chiss. Both of them wore the standard defense force colors of black and each carried a single blaster pistol upon their hip. They didn't say much, but their intent was pretty much readable - even to the illiterate. Quickly, however, was she brought directly to Davin's office and past their multitudes of groundside shipyard operations and other technical buildings. It was quite the economic endeavor.

He actually even planned on inquiring about a contract between Ascendant Industries and the Remnant, but that was business for later. Currently, the more pressing matter of insuring the quality of this clone was the premier issue on his - and her - mind.

As Alva entered the office, Davin was all business from the moment she entered. No need for pleasantries or anything, she was a busy woman and as such, had lots of things to do rather than mope around with a businessman and whine about better crumpets and tea. Of course not.

"Lady Calvarona," the Chiss began with a sly, polite grin, "I need only to confirm the details of your order. Within the hour, I'll have the results finalized and it shall either be finished immediately or we can make another." The Admiral tapped something on the datapad, bringing up the listed details and handed it to her to check.

"The subject's name is Alex, formerly. You wanted the gender to be reversed, but with a mostly intact psychological and personality profile. Also wanted removal of any traces of the subject seeing itself, smart. Not to mention the removal of key information that traced this man to the rebellion of Crina, relations with other rebels, and any ill-intent towards the Imperial Remnant."

Davin pursed his lips, nodding. "You thought a lot about this, didn't you?" That wolfish grin returned, waiting.

[member="Alva Calvarona"]

 

[Alva Calvarona]

[member="Davin"] [member="Alexander Nester"]

Oh yes Alva had certainly thought long and hard about what business they were conducting today. She still was in fact, having spent the entirety of her time being escorted rather slomenly throughout the facility to Davin's offices past a majority of the operations. A part of the Crinan Princess wondered if all of that had been for show to get to her specifically a little? After all, as the second princess she was the one in charge of Crina's Royal Industries, essentially her world's sole and prominent shipbuilding organization. Admittedly it was a little. . . .different at Andreea's yards than it appeared to be here at the Chiss's docks.

Nonetheless, she was keeping her mind on dear Alex. . . .soon to be Agatha. Smiling at the grin she received, Alva merely brought up the list aforementioned in the other post so we won't cover all of that again as she responded. "That sounds right. You've also eliminated her memories of her family's deaths correct? As well as erased pertinent childhood memories to remove conflict with the other implanted ones correct? If everything has been covered as requested then I see no need to continue the delays when she's ready. . . . you have disposed of the useless base correct?"

Chuckling softly, Alva sighed as she smiled rather wickedly at the alien in front of her. "I simply wish to be able to. . . .reform those hold so extremely to unreasonable ignorance and arrogance and foolish selfishness. Of course I may have improved other qualities of Alex, but I think this will be much more for the better. I'm. . . .rather confident she will become a much more useful asset in many ways."