sɪɴɴᴇʀs ʙʏ ᴅᴇᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛᴇᴏᴜs sᴛɪʟʟ
Aloy stood silently at the command bridge of The Recluse. Watching the stars and primordial dust of the universe float, and contemplating that very universe, which she had only recently been reintroduced to. So much had happened while she was away... Her arm lay limply at her side, severed above the elbow. It matched her now cybernetic leg, another missing piece, substituted with wire and metal. A cold machine, like she had become...
But perhaps, even if broken still, The fallen Vizsla's heart wasn't entirely unfeeling. Not yet, at least. Tae'l Vizsla , The once small result of her love to Tan'yill Vizsla , Had grown into a mighty warrior of her own making. But even now, she lay in the vessel's bacta tank, humbled and broken. The very skin burnt from her body by a Sith Betrayal.
The thought would have had her fist balling, were it still connected to her body...
That was why they came to Illum, that cold and ancient world that now lay below them. It still bore the scars if Starkiller Base, and yet, maybe still it housed the ancient Crystals of the Jedi from long, long ago.
Aside from creating the famed Lightsaber of the Jedi Order, these crystals could be used to power great, and sometimes terrible machines. Be it a machine of war or defense, Aloy sought these crystals. Not for herself, but for her daughter. Maybe it would even power some of the very machinery that would keep that poor girl alive once she left the bacta tanks...
"Master Vizsla," On ancient battledroid approached Aloy, One of a rare few scrapped droids that had survived the purging of her old birth clan. It had been on her family for over 900 years, and still served faithfully to this very day, As the ship's very own makeshift AI "We have received a signal from the planet surface. Message; Unintelligible" It bows like some ancient warrior approaching his mentor.
"Mmh" She only grunts at her faithful servant, Clawed foot clacking against the cold steel flor as she approached the window
"A crash, maybe. Prepare the Saber for launch, Tan'yill and I will go alone"
"Roger roger"
The Sabre-1 roared overhead as the two Vizslas entered the world's atmosphere, cold fog parting way as they neared the source of that strange signal, all manner of scanners searching, waiting.
Aloy just sat idly in the Co-pilot's seat, Letting Tan'yill Vizsla or perhaps the auto-pilot fly, considering she needed two hands to make it all work...
"Mmh..."
"Blue... What do you think we'll find?" She asked, always in that same tone; Serious, but... melancholy. She'd been like this since leaving Coruscant. Since leaving the clutches of Apollyon The Betrayer . Always, Tan'yill's pet name was spoken with such care and tenderness. But every other word that weakly parted her lips, came with such... Apathy. Only three individuals in this entire Galaxy could bring her to feel anything else now. And one of those individuals had been left behind on Kashyyk a very long time ago.
It made her wonder; Was she even any less of a machine then her old battle droids...?