A number or a name? (MANDOs)

[Tsar Fire]

The medic stepped back out of the sick bay, leaving the sedated girl inside. He made a few last notes on his datapad, and then turned to the officer standing by.

"She's stabilized. Did you have any orders as to where she is to be placed? We may want to follow up with more tests after we run our first analysis."

The question of whether she be woken up, moved to a testing ground, imprisoned... whatever; was up to the higher ranking individuals present.

His job temporarily done, the medic turned and left, taking his readings to the lab for study.

In the isolated sick room, 113 slept; unaware of the world outside.

 

[Syn]

Allison rolled her shoulders as she sat there on the ship and made a small grunt. She lifted a weight up in her arms as the muscles bulged and then the weights came down. Slowly Allison looked up and popped her neck standing and going to a food synthesizer. The gunk the Admiral had wasn't much but it got what was needed. She didn't want to go to the mess hall and eat and after Concord Dawn Allison just wanted to let her mind wander. So she had come here to the ships workout room and been here for hours. She was in black form fitted pants that showed her muscles and combat boot. Then she had on a tank top and hair band to keep her long hair in a ponytail. Slowly Allison wondered what she was going to do next as she finished her paste and spoke into a comlink. "Admiral, is there anything I might be needed for sir? I am getting a little stir crazy down here."

 

[Phil]

Inside the hangar, The Mandalore's shuttle had docked from his flagship that still awaited in Orbit. As the shuttle ramp opened, three Primes disembarked from the ship, all armed and armored with heavy Mandalorian armor with white and blue colors on it to represent they were Mandalore's personal Primes. Then he himself came down the ramp accompanied with Aspect, armed only with his heavy pistol and his armor of course. His primes and Aspect were there to ensure nothing went wrong, as he could not take any risks with those bounties still about, yet he had his own Mandalorians working on that problem as he arrived.

As he and his entourage left the ship, the docking man went to make the announcement throughout the ship's comns that The Mandalore had arrived. The Exalted had heard of a prisoner captured in Imperial Space, and decided to look into this himself.

 

[Tsar Fire]

In the strange, vague world of dreams, 113 was having an identity crisis.

She wasn't... herself. Clad in a tight fitting uniform, which chafed uncomfortably, she was in a city shrouded in mists.

She was walking down stone steps... with blurry gray figures around her, like clouds of mist shaped into humanoid form. Each step was painful and forced; each breath was caught and tight.

Where was she? Where was Archangel? Was this a test?

In her sleep, she mumbled something inaudible, and then coughed.

The stairs never seemed to end.

 

[Tsar Fire]

Out of the mist... something appeared.

A person; they held something before them, and then the world turned white.

113 woke up.

She could hear a tinny beeping, a sound her systems registered as some sort of medical equipment. With a frown, she sat up, wincing as the IV in her arm pulled loose.

The beeping changed pitch.

This wasn't home. It wasn't home at all.

ARCHANGEL?

She slid her feet off the bed, letting them land with a resounding thud upon the deck. Her comms didn't detect the suit at all.

Where was it? Where?

Her gut clenched, and she strode to the door, and keyed it to open. No response.

She stared, mutely, before letting a long sigh escape her lips. Kneeling, she reached up to her kneck and pulled free a thin cord, sliding it into the door lock droid access port.

After a silent moment, the door slid open, and she pulled the cord free, allowing it to retract out of sight again.

Then she stepped out.

Must find Archangel...

 

[Syn]

Allison stood as she waited for an answer and sighed. The admiral must have been busy as she grabbed her bag and went towards her ship. She slowly entered it and made sure everything was secure while she waited. She didn't know if the admiral wanted her to do something while she ate some protein bars and relaxed in the cockpit.

 

[Phil]

((Know what, I don't even care anymore because I'm still oblivious to what is going on cause NO ONE gave me the link or rundown on what had previously happened. -_- ))

The moment that the prisoner had slipped out, she would meet face to face a small squad of soldiers clad in white with blue pieces of armor on as they suddenly raised their rifles to her. Normally they would not, but considering the location she was at and bore no Mandalorian markings or uniform, she was considered an intruder.

"Freeze! Keep your hands where we can see!"

One of the Primes ordered. Behind them was a tall, heavily armored one who was clearly the one in charge. Mandalore marched forward, his hand resting on his pistol that remained holstered on his hip. Looking at the woman, he tinted his armored head some.

"Name and rank, Now." Mandalore ordered sternly.

 

[Arm514ve]

Hibirar was heading down to the medical deck, from a converted storage bay into a makeshift BDS hanger. Archangels limbs were disconnected in-case it could move on its own but other than that the core unit was intact a jamming field was in-place in-case of any tracking devices were installed. since they hadent gone to intrusive into the units build yet. He was overseeing the scans and research on the unit when he got the message the Mandalore was on board and on his way to see the "Prisoner". He began to head for the med deck to meet the Mandalore, half way there he heared Allison's call and he ignored Allison's message at first, until he got an alarm of flat line and the door opening un-authorized in 113's isolation area. Hibirar then got on the comm. "Allison grab a security detachment and meet me on the Med deck we might have a problem." is all he said double timing it for where 113 and the Mandalore and his men were.

 

[Syn]

Allison heard Hibarir and moved as she got into her armor and gathered a few men. She put her helmet on as she ran holding a rifle and moved to medical where she looked at the Mandalore staring down a girl.

 

[Tsar Fire]

113 stared at them. A name came unbidden, to her lips, but she strangled it off. It wasn't even a name... just a memory of a name... a feeling.

None of that.

Other girls might have flinched at the rifles, but 113 had already figured that there was almost no chance of evasion or attack, and that any engagement would result in disqualification and demerits. Whoever thought up this drill was really unfair.

Unless this wasn't...

...

Oh.

Realizing she hadn't responded, she finally said. "113 AK: BDS project Archangel. Test Subject."

 

[Phil]

"That's the name of the subject you came to see, My Lord."

One of the Primes said to the Mandalore. The Mandalore looked down at the woman, seeing how she was, then only slowly nodded.

"You're coming with me. Be reasonable, and you'll be fine."

With that done, he contacted his Admiral through his headset as his Primes went to put some restraints on 113's wrists just incase.

"Admiral, meet me in Interrogation room ASAP."

With the order given, he led the way with his Primes escorting 113 all the way, expecting to meet with Hibirar there.

 

[Arm514ve]

Hibirar heard the Mandalores command, through his ear piece he gritted his teeth a bit. he didn't want her to be interrogated she wasn't a prisoner but it was Mandalores order and he had to obey. "Aye sir on my way." he said as he and his two guards flanked him heading towards the interrogation room. he then taped his ear piece again. "Allison you are re leaved stand down head back to your post I'll call if anything goes wrong." he said tapping his ear again closing the channel and tapping it again contacting the Midways bridge. "I want to know how she got out of Isolation by the time I get to interrogation room one." he didn't wait for a response before closing the channel again boarding a lift to take him the deck the interrogation room was on.

 

[Syn]

Aliison gave a salute as she looked at the men and returned to her ship, she hadn't been assigned a post here she had been told to go with Tyr and he dropped her back off. So she went to her ships ramp and rolled her shoulders. She would wait until called again.

 

[Tsar Fire]

113 followed meekly. The restraints didn't seem to phase her in the slightest.

At the sharp orders, she simply complied, quickly and without reservation.

Something commanders throughout history had been trying, through threats and coercion to achieve; 113 gave that mute obedience without any outward sign of concern.

She watched the primes with some interest, however, as she was led... somewhere.

 

[Phil]

Mandalore made his way into Interrogation room, two of the Primes remaining outside the door as one more and Aspect remained inside. 113 was seated at the long table as Mandalore went around the table, going to the corner and pouring some water into a paper cup as he slid it down to 113. The remaining Prime uncuffed her left hand and put the empty cuff end onto the chair she was on so she could pick up the water.

"Might want to get comfortable."

Mandalore said, taking a seat across from 113 with Aspect behind him as the Prime remained behind 113.

"We're waiting on one more."

 

[Arm514ve]

Hibirar stepped off the lift and walked down the hall an officer running up with a pad in his hand handing it to Hibirar. he looked it over really quick and nodded to the officer, before continuing he entered the interrogation room as the security guards took up guard positions at the door, out side the room. "Sorry for not meeting you in the hanger Mandalore." Hibirar said with a salute and then took up standing behind him looking at 113 with sympathetic eyes, as if apologizing to 113. "Sorry sir her augmentations seemed to be able to counteract the sedatives and she was able to slice the security pad before security noticed I'll be sure to improve security in the future." he said in an official tone.

 

[Syn]

Allison had been standing in her ship and well she was bored, she didn't have the technical knowledge to work on it but she did know there was an adjacent room the Admiral had showed her on the tour. The girl she had seen wasn't a prisoner as the admiral had said before more a refuge. So she walked and went into the room not looking at the primes and took her helmet off while she stood there. The man i there the Mandalore she wanted to see in action.

 

[Tsar Fire]

Comfortable: "being in a state of physical or mental comfort; contented and undisturbed; at ease"

113 loosened her posture, and sank down slightly in the seat. She was annoyed at how she couldn't seem to access all of the databases she normally had available.

She didn't know who these people were.

But it looked like they meant to ask her questions; that was what interrogation was.

She hoped it didn't involve pain; that had been mentioned in the reference. She didn't want that.

While people filtered in, she stared, calmly, at the man across from her; scarlet eyes unflinching.

 

[Phil]

Mandalore had simply waved his hand to Hibirar, dismissing the apology for the first thing that did not need apologizing. The second, however required his attention as he kept his gaze on 113.

"Then I'm sure you'll fix that next time you bring in an unpredictable prisoner on your lovely ship."

He said, then went to turn towards his admiral, gesturing for him to sit at the table.

"You know more about this Imperial prisoner then I do, Admiral. Want to give me the rundown of her, or would you like the honors of questioning?"

 

[Arm514ve]

((Sorry Sorry. My computer needed a fresh instal and I just got it back to how I like it again sorry for the inactivity.))

Hibirar took a seat next to Mandalore. I should at least bring you up to speed sir he said handing him a Pad with some preliminary information on it. "The subject was acquired at an Imperial RnD facility for developing new walker technology She is the machine we have in the hangers pilot. The rest of the details are in the report. If you don't mind sir I would like to start the questioning." Hibirar said taking a breath then looking at 113 "What is your name....I don't mean your designation given to you by the imperial researchers I mean your real name its kinda Weider just calling you by a number when you're a living person."