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Test No.: 0023-Θ1 Date: 145 ABY Subject: Cadre Subject 0023, aka Hrist Aufreisser Test Description: Protocol [REDACTED], testing of the results of procedure Moon Devourer to Subject. Log 1: [begin transcript] Jacques Aufreisser: 0023, describe what you are feeling. 0023: [there is no...

It was with a heavy heart and grave disappointment that both Jacques and Joaquin Aufreisser, former Cadre Masters from the cruel Cadre Project, came to a decision that the subject they had taken and raised as a daughter was becoming less of what they have envisioned for her to be the more she...

She felt his presence before she could hear him. Lifting one dainty hand, she gestured for him to takr the seat opposite hers. Hrist wouldn't bother caring what Xeno might think of her current appearance – she was still angry, still disappointed... wasn't she allowed to wallow in these negative...

—·— A week had passed after the dressing down Xeno received for his impudence and arrogance towards a Sith Lord he didn't have yet the power to defeat. A full week had passed with Hrist not even bothering to grace the Zabrak her presence, not even her shadow passing through the halls leading to...

If Hrist remembered correctly what she had been taught about B1 Battle droids, it was that they were utterly dim-witted. Father told her that they developed different personality quirks, but even that was brought on by a glitch in their programming. As such, the female Marauder observed with...

Waving the Zabrak off with careless dismissal, Hrist smirked at Lorcan the Legionnaire's answering quip to Xeno's command. "So commanding," she commented after her former student had disappeared down the left hall. Turning to the human before he could wander off down the path in the middle, the...

Hands clasped behind her, Hrist slowly paced around the room as Xeno recounted the tale of how he came to be so injured. The reluctance and the subsequent defeat in his voice did not bode well, and already the female Marauder’s expression shifted from disappointed to anxious at the very mention...

Oh, so her dear former student chose to finally speak! Hrist would have ignored the Zabrak but there were things more hurtful and torturous than giving someone the cold shoulder. The Legionnaire's surface thoughts were as irritating as his voice, and while it would be too easy to simply snap his...

Her fellow Marauder seemed insistent to speaking verbally even when she had given him the permission to talk to her through the Force. Hrist rolled her eyes in fond exasperation – if he wanted to further aggravate his injured throat then who was she to stop him? She wouldn't repeat her earlier...

Pain lanced through the Force in waves and Hrist could only smile softly down at Xeno as he tried to greet her. She was quick to shush him, one ivory hand moving to gently brush a finger to his forehead. Speaking was obviously difficult for him at the moment, and the female Marauder was quick to...

Following the Legionnaire whose name she didn't bother asking while they ventured into the complex was one thing. Hearing him speak, seemingly with every intention to be an annoying sack of flesh and bones, was another. The duration of their interaction wasn't even reaching the five-minute mark...

Hrist had forgone the identity of the Mandalorian Sith she usually donned around when doing certain tasks for the Sith Order, opting to undertake this mission as herself for once. Saragnayan was most probably in the shit list of the Sith Lord her former studeng had offended so the persona was...

It had been days since Montague returned from Serenno with the gifts she had prepared for the newly-minted Marauders and her former student. Heavily injured and unconscious, at that, the latter. Hrist had simply waved off the butler's apology of being unable to complete his assigned task...

Montague, butler to the Aufreisser household, had never been to Serenno. As such, it was to be expected that he would be lost whilst trying to find his way in search of Castle Wessex, but even a toddler would be able to find their way over a castle practically seated atop a hill... mountain...

Ah, Xeno Brogroo. With such strength and potential coursing through his veins he was always eager to please, and it made him all the more dearer to his Master. The anger in Hrist's face melted to give way to a doting smile, and she couldn't help the childish snetiment of lifting one hand and...