The Mother of All Psy-Pires
Wearing: Progenitor's Robes
In the Process of creating: Meier (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/130353-saotome-commando-droid-meier/)
With: Vera Mina (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/129765-saotome-biot-vera-mina/)
Castle Morpheus Knights
(http://starwarsrp.net/topic/130418-castle-morpheus-knights/)
Aboard: Castle Morpheus (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/129671-castle-morpheus-the-leviathan-tantive/)
In orbit over: Atrisia.
Armed with: Progenitor's sword
Also reviving: Clan Li-Ves (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/131082-clan-li-ves-house-of-the-five-rings/)
Nine Lives, last surviving blood member of the Original Clan Li-Ves.
Her name, these days a mockery of her human one (Ni-Ne Li-Ves), an at-first hated nickname, bestowed by a spoiled princess named Midori.
Back when her existance was untarnished by the endless, nightmare hunger for other people's memories to survive, she had found meaning as a Jedi Consular. And a vampire hunter. The irony was scalding and hated to her.
And now she is this: The Dark Mother of a race of parasites, afflicted with something far worse than a thirst for blood, like Sawa.
And today was the day she was to wake them.
She didn't want to, in truth, but she could not, would not abandon her children to endless sleep. She had less reason to leave them asleep now that Atrisia, faced the threat of The First Order. There was no choice. They had to be woken, and pressed into service by any means she could think of.
She would not do it all at once however. She had hand picked the revive list last week based on necessity. Three hundred, for now. Three hundred out of two thousand five hundred. Good start.
Nine lay awake in her bed in the opulant chambers, the Knight Obsidian Lightsaber that marked her as one of them rested on its stand, where it belonged. Nine had not touched it since building it. It did not feel right. She was not worthy.
Instead, the six and a half foot Atrisian woman was clad in her ceremonial green robes with white rose embroidery, dyed in norris root extract. Her hood was thrown up, concealing her features under a hood that hung loosely but narrowly on her head. The only thing that could be seen of her face, as she fastened her short double edge sword of gold and black lattice work that served as her badge of office among her children, was two, tiny, glowing purple dots of light that gave away the location of her eyes.
Her opulant, large, circular bed had its blankets thrashed about from the usual nightmares. Her children would straighten it all out when she got back later. Adorable, all of them.
The fact she was finally waking up some of her children was not the only reason today was important. For today was also the day of her latest creation being deployed. And plus, she was giving a tour.
Her artificial, murderous Lawyer, Vera Mina, was waiting outside of her bedchambers.
"Done powdering your nose so you can hide it under your hood anyway?" The Assassin Biot asked. She was clad in her middle aged, lawyer appearence, wearing a white leather dress and shoes.
"I'm not in the mood for your lip today, biot. Status report." The Arch Psy-Pire growled in her deep contralto.
"Temporary housing located for all those scheduled to be revived. The ones we've already woken are being briefed on how you dragged them all so far into the future they won't even recognize Atrisia once they get on the planet's surface."
"They'll adjust." Nine replied curtly as she walked down the dark, cavernous passage with her consigliere to the tram system.
"You haven't even figured out whether or not you want to use that fancy lightsaber gathering dust on your nightstand."
Nine said nothing at this. She changed topics.
"My third project?"
"Waiting to be booted up. Personally, I think its a waste. You got everything you needed to get right the first time when you made me."
"Really? 'Cause I clearly remember fastening your processors together with a wad of chewing gum."
Vera looked up at her creator in alarm.
"Ahhhh, made you look!" Nine mocked.
"You're so very cruel, sometimes, My Liege." Vera shot back in a sarcasm laced manner.
"Our tour. When's the guy we are meeting get here?"
"[member="Finley Dawson"] is awaiting pick-up on Atrisia, along with potentially whoever else he brought." Vera replied disinterestedly. "I suppose it'd be silly for me to request permission to kill some of our guests with a razor, to alleviate my boredom?"
"Yes, Vera. It would. It'd be about thirty six clowns all trying to fit in and use the same restroom stall levels of silly." The vampire muttered as she finally reached the square shaped passenger tram to the tech lab. The Morpheus SAS greeted Nine with a pink smiley face and Vera got a skull and bones symbol.
"Insufferable machine." Vera snorted as she punched in the tech lab as destination.
"It can hear you, you know."
"Good." Vera snapped back haughtily.
"Hey, You're not the one who has to get along with it." Nine lectured. The tram stopped in the passage leading to the tech lab after a few minutes.
Her knights, clad in their ancient powered armor, armed with sub-machine guns, stood guard over the mass of milky tissue on an operating slab, covering the heavily modified commando droid underneath. A programming cable ran from the back of its neck.
Bobbi, first among her knights, performed an unnecessary forward flip to his master. "Greetings, Mother! And you as well, vile lawyer abomination!" Bobbi said solemnly, performing an air guitar gesture which both Nine and Vera returned casually as he bent a knee to Nine.
"Your newest experiment is just about ready!"
"Good, Bobbi. All your brothers and sisters ready to blast it if it goes insane?"
"We can send it to hell, Mother! Droid hell!"
"That's the spirit, Bobbi!" Nine replied happily as she heard the boot up signal. Vera folded her arms skeptically as the masquer that had been specially made to interact with the droid frame, just like Nine's previous creation, Magnus, but with far more focus on camouflage, shivered and condensed around the droid, forming a dark haired, ivory skinned woman in what appeared to be a black, form fitting catsuit, but was actually just more masquer tissue. Her eyes had been made to be blue, of the same shade of blue Nine had when she had been human. Her hair was a messy set of black, short curls and locks that did not go past the neck.
The droid, as lethal a creation as all of Nine's previous jobs looked up at Nine, beamed and jumped up with a delighted squeel, running up and hugging her creator before any one could react. Nine simply looked down in awkward annoyance at its unexpected show of friendliness.
"We're gonna have so much fun! I'm gonna fly, like, something sexy! And you're gonna dice people up! And its gonna be sweet My Liege! Utterly freakin' sweet!"
"No offense, Mother, but I don't think you've nailed the personality programming down..." one of the female knights pointed out.
"No kidding, Cecelia..." Nine replied. "Droid, stop hugging me."
The droid instantly obeyed and stepped back with a big grin.
"Designation."
"Meier, boss!"
"Purpose?"
"To serve as a personal pilot and a whole bunch of super-dirty espionage throat slitting!"
"Well, it doesn't sugarcoat it. I'll say that much for it." Vera observed in her mild accented basic.
"Seems intact." Nine merely observed, before turning to her top henchman besides Vera.
"Bobbi!"
Bobbi got two black, squarish blaster pistols, tossing them to Meier, along with a holster for each, which the droid strapped to its legs, than gave a big, happy air guitar gesture.
"Orders?" She asked.
"Come with me and Vera to the surface to pick up the tourists I invited aboard." Nine said irritably, making her way out of the golden hued lab. "Bobbi, continue with revival efforts.
"Yes Mother! Good luck!"
Nine gave the Air Guitar gesture to everyone before leaving with her droid and biot.
Later on...
Nine's Saotome Envoy landed at the designated pick up spot, a grassy green field. She was the first off the sleek vessel, waiting for Finley, with Vera and Meier off soon after.
She finally spotted the young man, and glided across the grass silently, her robes giving the optical illusion of not walking at all as she moved to him, fingers and movement twitchy up close, like a bird. She stopped her hands from going crooked at the detection of prey. Just barely. This man was a guest. He would be treated as such.
"Mr. Finley. A pleasure..." she stated simply. "I am Nine Lives, this is my lawyer, Vera, and my pilot, Meier. I hope when you enter my ship you leave some of the happiness you bring."
In the Process of creating: Meier (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/130353-saotome-commando-droid-meier/)
With: Vera Mina (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/129765-saotome-biot-vera-mina/)
Castle Morpheus Knights
(http://starwarsrp.net/topic/130418-castle-morpheus-knights/)
Aboard: Castle Morpheus (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/129671-castle-morpheus-the-leviathan-tantive/)
In orbit over: Atrisia.
Armed with: Progenitor's sword
Also reviving: Clan Li-Ves (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/131082-clan-li-ves-house-of-the-five-rings/)
Nine Lives, last surviving blood member of the Original Clan Li-Ves.
Her name, these days a mockery of her human one (Ni-Ne Li-Ves), an at-first hated nickname, bestowed by a spoiled princess named Midori.
Back when her existance was untarnished by the endless, nightmare hunger for other people's memories to survive, she had found meaning as a Jedi Consular. And a vampire hunter. The irony was scalding and hated to her.
And now she is this: The Dark Mother of a race of parasites, afflicted with something far worse than a thirst for blood, like Sawa.
And today was the day she was to wake them.
She didn't want to, in truth, but she could not, would not abandon her children to endless sleep. She had less reason to leave them asleep now that Atrisia, faced the threat of The First Order. There was no choice. They had to be woken, and pressed into service by any means she could think of.
She would not do it all at once however. She had hand picked the revive list last week based on necessity. Three hundred, for now. Three hundred out of two thousand five hundred. Good start.
Nine lay awake in her bed in the opulant chambers, the Knight Obsidian Lightsaber that marked her as one of them rested on its stand, where it belonged. Nine had not touched it since building it. It did not feel right. She was not worthy.
Instead, the six and a half foot Atrisian woman was clad in her ceremonial green robes with white rose embroidery, dyed in norris root extract. Her hood was thrown up, concealing her features under a hood that hung loosely but narrowly on her head. The only thing that could be seen of her face, as she fastened her short double edge sword of gold and black lattice work that served as her badge of office among her children, was two, tiny, glowing purple dots of light that gave away the location of her eyes.
Her opulant, large, circular bed had its blankets thrashed about from the usual nightmares. Her children would straighten it all out when she got back later. Adorable, all of them.
The fact she was finally waking up some of her children was not the only reason today was important. For today was also the day of her latest creation being deployed. And plus, she was giving a tour.
Her artificial, murderous Lawyer, Vera Mina, was waiting outside of her bedchambers.
"Done powdering your nose so you can hide it under your hood anyway?" The Assassin Biot asked. She was clad in her middle aged, lawyer appearence, wearing a white leather dress and shoes.
"I'm not in the mood for your lip today, biot. Status report." The Arch Psy-Pire growled in her deep contralto.
"Temporary housing located for all those scheduled to be revived. The ones we've already woken are being briefed on how you dragged them all so far into the future they won't even recognize Atrisia once they get on the planet's surface."
"They'll adjust." Nine replied curtly as she walked down the dark, cavernous passage with her consigliere to the tram system.
"You haven't even figured out whether or not you want to use that fancy lightsaber gathering dust on your nightstand."
Nine said nothing at this. She changed topics.
"My third project?"
"Waiting to be booted up. Personally, I think its a waste. You got everything you needed to get right the first time when you made me."
"Really? 'Cause I clearly remember fastening your processors together with a wad of chewing gum."
Vera looked up at her creator in alarm.
"Ahhhh, made you look!" Nine mocked.
"You're so very cruel, sometimes, My Liege." Vera shot back in a sarcasm laced manner.
"Our tour. When's the guy we are meeting get here?"
"[member="Finley Dawson"] is awaiting pick-up on Atrisia, along with potentially whoever else he brought." Vera replied disinterestedly. "I suppose it'd be silly for me to request permission to kill some of our guests with a razor, to alleviate my boredom?"
"Yes, Vera. It would. It'd be about thirty six clowns all trying to fit in and use the same restroom stall levels of silly." The vampire muttered as she finally reached the square shaped passenger tram to the tech lab. The Morpheus SAS greeted Nine with a pink smiley face and Vera got a skull and bones symbol.
"Insufferable machine." Vera snorted as she punched in the tech lab as destination.
"It can hear you, you know."
"Good." Vera snapped back haughtily.
"Hey, You're not the one who has to get along with it." Nine lectured. The tram stopped in the passage leading to the tech lab after a few minutes.
Her knights, clad in their ancient powered armor, armed with sub-machine guns, stood guard over the mass of milky tissue on an operating slab, covering the heavily modified commando droid underneath. A programming cable ran from the back of its neck.
Bobbi, first among her knights, performed an unnecessary forward flip to his master. "Greetings, Mother! And you as well, vile lawyer abomination!" Bobbi said solemnly, performing an air guitar gesture which both Nine and Vera returned casually as he bent a knee to Nine.
"Your newest experiment is just about ready!"
"Good, Bobbi. All your brothers and sisters ready to blast it if it goes insane?"
"We can send it to hell, Mother! Droid hell!"
"That's the spirit, Bobbi!" Nine replied happily as she heard the boot up signal. Vera folded her arms skeptically as the masquer that had been specially made to interact with the droid frame, just like Nine's previous creation, Magnus, but with far more focus on camouflage, shivered and condensed around the droid, forming a dark haired, ivory skinned woman in what appeared to be a black, form fitting catsuit, but was actually just more masquer tissue. Her eyes had been made to be blue, of the same shade of blue Nine had when she had been human. Her hair was a messy set of black, short curls and locks that did not go past the neck.
The droid, as lethal a creation as all of Nine's previous jobs looked up at Nine, beamed and jumped up with a delighted squeel, running up and hugging her creator before any one could react. Nine simply looked down in awkward annoyance at its unexpected show of friendliness.
"We're gonna have so much fun! I'm gonna fly, like, something sexy! And you're gonna dice people up! And its gonna be sweet My Liege! Utterly freakin' sweet!"
"No offense, Mother, but I don't think you've nailed the personality programming down..." one of the female knights pointed out.
"No kidding, Cecelia..." Nine replied. "Droid, stop hugging me."
The droid instantly obeyed and stepped back with a big grin.
"Designation."
"Meier, boss!"
"Purpose?"
"To serve as a personal pilot and a whole bunch of super-dirty espionage throat slitting!"
"Well, it doesn't sugarcoat it. I'll say that much for it." Vera observed in her mild accented basic.
"Seems intact." Nine merely observed, before turning to her top henchman besides Vera.
"Bobbi!"
Bobbi got two black, squarish blaster pistols, tossing them to Meier, along with a holster for each, which the droid strapped to its legs, than gave a big, happy air guitar gesture.
"Orders?" She asked.
"Come with me and Vera to the surface to pick up the tourists I invited aboard." Nine said irritably, making her way out of the golden hued lab. "Bobbi, continue with revival efforts.
"Yes Mother! Good luck!"
Nine gave the Air Guitar gesture to everyone before leaving with her droid and biot.
Later on...
Nine's Saotome Envoy landed at the designated pick up spot, a grassy green field. She was the first off the sleek vessel, waiting for Finley, with Vera and Meier off soon after.
She finally spotted the young man, and glided across the grass silently, her robes giving the optical illusion of not walking at all as she moved to him, fingers and movement twitchy up close, like a bird. She stopped her hands from going crooked at the detection of prey. Just barely. This man was a guest. He would be treated as such.
"Mr. Finley. A pleasure..." she stated simply. "I am Nine Lives, this is my lawyer, Vera, and my pilot, Meier. I hope when you enter my ship you leave some of the happiness you bring."
