The perfect specimen.
Young, admirable, no friends or family. Loyal to the duty and already trained, proficient in the handling of firearms and with great response time, a strong sense of courage.
Grew up from an orphanage on the colony of Faedro 3, eventually accomplishing her dreams of joining the Military. Currently enrolled in SYS-DEF of Musavi, a job reserved only to highly qualified members of the military, a role that she fit perfectly.
Three years ago, she single handedly stopped an illegal drug operation that used the maintenance tunnels of the underground hyperways as a way to get through the careful scrutiny of the SYS-DEF, cutting away a major route where the MURF could have infiltrated the capital. Subsequent to this operation, she assisted in the weeding out of other possible influences, culminating in a raid of one Revolutionary cell within the outer colonies.
This close brush with Elohim himself cost her her right horn, as well as her left hand and right leg. Safe to say, the operation was not a complete success.
However, her dedication to her tough line of work was noted, and speedy recuperation with the usage of augmentations brought her back to the line of duty quickly. Now, an Executionary Force operative moves towards her position for interception, and subsequently, her data will be wiped from the databases. As if she never existed.
The world is a muddy and temperate forest scape, thunderous clouds sing their boisterous choir releasing a barrage of liquid pellets downwards, washing Issendia’s body as she moves towards her objective, passing by the tall and mostly lonesome scapes of large buildings that form narrow passages and back alleys. The hurried yet precise steps of the lizardwoman combine to the clickering of the rain. She turns a corner before she realizes that she’s being followed, stopping and taking a position with her hand in her hip reaching for the tazer gun.
“Stop right there Sir!
This area is not safe for civilians, you’ll have to move back.”
“Oh darlin’... I bu’live that we haven’t presented ‘erselves correctly, that’s no way to greet a gent.”
The man on the other side of the alley seemed aged. He took to the pockets of his green trench coat and quickly produced a cigarette, which he lit up and placed upon his mouth, lighting up ever-so-slightly the face, ominously obscured by a flat brown hat which trickled with water from the rain.
“Sir. If you don’t move back immediately, I will have to take action.
For your own safety, vacate the area.”
“Dat’s quite rude of ya.
Hm....
…
I don’t thunk I will.”
The man grabbed his cigarette, and took a long inhale, blowing off a violent cloud of swirling smoke which dissipated under the rain. He flicked the bun towards her, and dashed under the light of rolling thunder and lightning.
She grabbed the taser gun and immediately shot him with impeccable precision, the two terminals landed right in his neck and mysteriously bounced off.
He got to her and motioned to grab her head, however, she quickly ducked down. His hand continued fourth and collided into the wall, creating a large indent into the concrete with the brutish strength of the war machine's palm.
Hearing the noise, she quickly grabbed her weapon, a standard handgun, and as the replicant started looking down, fired two shots upwards, silencing the skies momentarily unto mute drops of water. She awaited the loud thud of a flaccid corpse.
…
However, it didn’t happen. All she saw was the hat flutter down slowly, with a rugged hole blown straight through one of the sides of the continuous brim. She looked up, and saw the face of the machine, underneath his chin, the marks of the speedy collision as well as a flattened projectile revealed a thick dark and gleaming skin. He looked down, a streak of darkness ran straight through his face and through his eye, revealing a dark material underneath with streaks of gold, and a purely mechanical eye with red irises which blinked constantly and fast.
He grabbed her by the neck and started gently and slowly lifting her, as she positioned her pistol against his body, unleashing the rest of the clip in quick, yet futile succession.
“Yer fast for a squishy.
Well… Time to meet yer maker.”
The replicant rose the other hand to her neck, and unleashed a small arc of electricity. She lost consciousness.
“Or rather… mah maker.”
He grabbed her unconscious body and slumped her over his shoulder, easily carrying the fully equipped lizard woman. They both disappeared into thunderous rain without any traces.
She awoke to a much different place, it was an antechamber of sorts, with a domed small glass porthole atop which let in no light, as there was pure darkness outside. However, inside, a few small occulted lights provided dim ambience to the room. There seemed to be no entrance, however on one of the ends was a large stone.
She shaked off the feeling of just having woken up, realizing she had been stripped from all equipment but the clothes in her body. She moved closer to the large rock, which in response lifted itself up with a loud stone scraping sound. Then another, and another, three large monolithic dark rocks lifted themselves up, revealing a completely dark room with a single floating chair down the center illuminated from above.
Without any more options, she cautiously moved towards it. The stones closed behind her, and disappeared within this newfound darkness.
She sat down upon the chair, which recoiled slightly under her weight. For a few seconds, there was silence, but then, an ominous vibration filled the air, and from within the darkness glew red lines in a circular pattern around her, then within these lines, many more thinner lines lifted up, cubes of a dark metal that fluttered upwards carried by the low humming noise, until they coalesced into 8 consolidated large beacons with the thunderous noise of closing metallic shutters, almost as if locking themselves in position.
Names glew upon their façades as the obelisks surrounded her, each named Obelisk 1 through 8.
Then, one of them spoke, with a loud yet clearly modulated voice, it spoke:
O.1: We are sorry for the situation at which this meeting has happened, Issendia. There is much that you do not know, however, much more that cannot be known to few. You are free to ask before we demand.
IS: What…
Who the fuck are you?
O.2: We do not carry a name for ourselves;
O.3: However, you might know us from the position we occupy.
O.1: We are the Board of Directors of Galactic Lihr and Mhertz, we are the Ministries of the MISE. In a way, we are the foundations of Musavian society.
IS: Well what do you care about me then? I’m just a person, I thought you all would be calling the big shots not harassing woman around you bigots!
O.1: There is no need to resort to the lowest denominators. We have come to you for your invaluable service in keeping the stability of the MISE, we see in you a potential that cannot be found within all our worlds, perhaps all of the worlds that are.
IS: What potential?
O.1: We see in you loyalty and order, courage to carry out your duty like no other demonstrates, even forfeiting parts of your corporeal self in such.
This loyalty heralds reward, we will not let your contributions be amiss.
IS: If it’s a raise, well, you could have just given one to me.
O.5: The matters we deal with escape the necessity for monetary currency or possessions, girl.
O.3: However, monetary rewards are not off the table.
O.2: Or the prideful honour of serving the duties of your nation.
O.1: What we offer you, in a way, is ascension.
IS: Ascension? I’m not religious.
O.1: There is much you do not know of. Though religion is mostly a folly, the esoteric is not. We invite you to our ring to serve as a brave uncharter of this unknown territory, a pioneer of arts unexplored by all else. However, for that, we ask the greatest price. Your life.
IS: What? I’m not gonna fucking die to some creepy dudes who have red pillars for sonas!
O.5: No need for such haste, the loss of life does not equate to death, we have long surpassed that boundary. We ask you to forfeit your mortal body to inhabit a potentially immortal one.
O.1: With this new body, you will acquire a whole new range of senses and motions, powers that many can only dream of, the capacity to see the world through a whole new scope of sensations, and to unleash a wrath even our most powerful war machines couldn’t stand.
…
O.1: If you are to decline, we may erase your memories and recollections of this encounter ever happening, and release you again into your line of duty. We will seek another one amongst the stars to inherit such power, trust us when we assure you that we will find such, and if not, make such.
O.2: Tough decisions aren’t always made on the spot, we will let you simmer on it.
The pillars slightly retracted downwards, as if to indicate a period of low activity, leaving Issendia alone to her thoughts. The loud humming diminished until it faded into nothingness, as she lay with body warped upon the floating chair pondering about the wild situation she had been propelled into.
Eventually, she came to be again with a hard set decision.
IS: Fine… I’ll do it.
O.2: I knew we could count on you, kid.
O.1: Very well. Your wise decision shall be handsomely rewarded.
All the obelisks, except the one in front of her nominated “1”, glew violently the red color, before shattering into their composing cubes. Instead of falling again, they coalesced into a small storm of cubes which gathered in a hurricane around Obelisk 1, obscuring the inside. It slowly dissipated from within, generating steps as it did, and allowing the movement of a single figure through the organized yet chaotic dance of the cubes, a short lizardman with his body occulted from a large cloak he wore bearing the colors of both the MISE and GL&M.
He walked slowly and closed to the lizard woman, his presence emanated some kind of unsettling feeling, like a guttural scream that came from within the mind. Her body performed movements that weren’t completely her own, unseating herself into a kneeling position before the lizardman.
He extended his right hand, cold and white like death, which touched her forehead. She collapsed on the floor, dead.
Layer upon layer upon layer was deposited in careful calculations, the gravitational wells warped the fabric of reality, distorting the feeble light that crossed through the anvil. Careful microscopic layers of matter were assembled into position before Hyperatomic forming, and slowly but surely, over the course of many weeks, a body was formed clean and white throughout, a body of a newly developed composite, the most powerful manufactured battery of the current universe: The Solstice Battery. However, compositing the whole body of the future lithoid creature.
Then, the injection of the anomalous essence of the crystal extracted, isolated, and refined from all impurities. The bizarre matter flowed inside of the tightly knit structure, giving it a much needed elasticity, and tinting it a permanent orange-ish color. Immediately, it began producing energy, charging up the enormous solstice crystals.
Finally, a layering of the experimental regenerative TE mesh, taking advantage from the abundance of heat coming over from the crystal structure itself, the mesh would regenerate quickly back to its original shape, solidified in the crucible of a dying star’s worth of gravitational influence.
A stylistic choice was to solidify the TE mesh in a way that made it extremely similar to the old body of Issendia, however, without the augmentations. The broken horn was kept as a reminder of what she once was, as the body was passed onto the action of others.
Then, a matrix is configured and assigned to the body, like a puppet controlling strings that tied the whole body together, a dual action of psychics and soul bending would allow the host to control the body in its totality, as well as to percolate its powers almost anywhere that the host could sense through the interdimensional percolations of psychics and soul. In a way, she would inhabit that body as if it was her organic one.
Finally, a manipulation of her collected soul herself to ensure that she’d remain loyal and faithful to the cause, as well as to ensure she could handle controlling the new body. Lastly, the two halves of the entity were forged together in a place hidden far away from what eyes could see and minds could sense.
She rose up from her unique forge, shaken, new, yet powerful. The process took its toll however, and though she was still much like her old self, she seemed to have grown much more insidious in her methods. A characteristic that was not a problem for her new job.
Finally, training was necessary, over the course of months, she was tasked with training and honing her skills until she could take the tasks of the battlefields again, learning the full complexities of her new body, its resistances, its weaknesses.
Finally, she was ready to be released and perform the bidding of The Board, finally, the simps of the galaxy had a dommy lizard mommy.