Forgotten

[Yvorre Morcade]

Somewhere in the galaxy, there was an old abandoned lab with a Firrerreo female strapped to a table, amber-yellow eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Her name was Yvorre Morcade, and she had been utterly forgotten by the galaxy.

The real Yvorre had died long ago, leaving nothing but the hollow shell that lay there now, dutifully breathing in and out as the heart pumped oxygenated blood through the body. Yvorre was gone. The shell remained.

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[Onrai]

Rarely did Circe come back to her abandoned laboratories, but this one in particular was important. Why? Because it happened to have all the Vinithi bodies stored here, all being grown within a particularly unwilling host whose mind had long since left her. It was from Yvorre that Circe had gotten her suit of armor as well - a suit that would hardly fit the Firrerreo now.

Circe frowned, stepping up to the restraints holding the ex-Mandalorian to a table and frowned. Was this really fair? She would've ended up like this had she never been freed. The pang of guilt was enough to get her to release the straps and help the clothless Yvorre sit up on the table. She checked the counter, detailing how many Vinithi bodies had been hosted within Yvorre, and gasped: 499. This current one was her 500th.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Yvorre. I never should've done this to you."

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[Yvorre Morcade]

Yvorre didn't reply verbally - she wasn't capable of that anymore. But her eyes rolled in her head towards the sound of Circe's voice as she - with ample aid - sat up, and she seemed to, on some level, register that the person who was responsible for...this...was in the room. Yvorre's body shuddered from a combination of strain, change, and pain.

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[Onrai]

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"Are you alright? Can you hear me?" Circe held Yvorre's head up, trying to elicit some sort of physical or verbal response. The woman had been restrained for a long time, and the creator of the modern Vinithi had to make sure she was okay. "Please... Give me a response. Something. Anything." She held the woman in her arms, trying to embrace her as though it would make up for what she had done.

 

[Yvorre Morcade]

The body shifted, as if trying to draw away from the contact. Long-since accustomed to the cold restraints of the lab, it didn't know what to make of this...warmth...and it recoiled, a dull pulse of fear stirring in its eyes. But Yvorre had left and could not come back. There was only the basics of a person now - reactions, vague memories that had escaped being locked up in the mental box the body housed. There was life, but it couldn't survive on its own. It would need a great deal of help.

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[Onrai]

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Circe moved forward, further embracing the former experiment, trying to help her stand up. "You're in terrible shape, Yvorre... I can't believe I let myself do this to you." She looked down in shame, trying to get some sort of reaction out from the woman across from her. "Please say something... The more quiet you are, the more it hurts inside."

 

[Yvorre Morcade]

Yvorre's mouth moved, clumsily framing the words before the vocal cords kicked in and made them real. "What...do you...want me...to...say?" She managed, her voice a rough croak from disuse. The body shivered again as it began to register cold.

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[Onrai]

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"Tell me you accept my apology... I promise I'll do whatever I can to help you regain the ability to truly live again." She frowned, curling up in a tender embrace more with Yvorre. Tears flowed from her eyes more aggressively, and she frowned, droplets of the salt spray ending up on her flesh. "I just can't believe I let myself be such a monster to you... You most be unable to feel anything below the waist."

 

[Yvorre Morcade]

"I...I accept...your apology." She managed, lips compressing slightly in an expression of pain as the woman's chin dug into her shoulder. She frowned, and the next word came out as a question.

"...live?"

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[Onrai]

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"Yes, live." She frowned. "The thing you did before this. Being strapped to a table and churning out new Vinithi bodies is not living, and I'm sorry it happened." She paused, curling up more with the Firrerreo. "I need to do whatever I can to help you feel better. Do you want to eat? Have fun? Do work?"

 

[Yvorre Morcade]

"I remember...living." Yvorre said, a little reproach creeping into her voice. She sighed at the mention of food. "Food...starving."

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[Onrai]

Circe nodded, a frown crossing her face once more. "You'll be living again soon, I promise." And at the mention of food, she raised an eyebrow. "What exactly do you want? I can get you a good gizka fried steak right now, if you'd like." She clapped, and a serving droid came in with a bunch of different dishes on a platter.

"Take your pick."

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[Yvorre Morcade]

Yvorre snatched a plate of rooba sausage from the droid and started wolfing it down eagerly, nearly choking on it a couple of times before she slowed down enough to actually chew her food. "Thank...you." She mumbled through a mouthful of food.

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[Onrai]

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"You're welcome." She leaned into the side of the other woman wish a soft smile. "You know, every second you're like this is another second you're getting revenge on me." She smiled, giving a soft grin as more food came to the table, ready to be eaten at her request. " I just don my know how to solidly make it up to you for doing this."

 

[Yvorre Morcade]

Yvorre paused, then her hand shot out to clamp around Circe's wrist. "The...memories." She whispered. "Can...you...take them away?" She asked, amber eyes beseeching. "Fix...me?"

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[Onrai]

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"Yes." She smiled. "I can fix you. I can wipe away all of who you once were and remake you however best I can. If that is exactly what you want, I will fulfill your wishes. I promise." Circe gave a nod and a soft embrace of Yvorre, knowing that her time was, in a sense, coming to an end.

 

[Yvorre Morcade]

Yvorre sighed in relief.

"Thank...you..."

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[Onrai]

And so Circe placed her hands on the temples of the Firrerreo. It was the first time she had actively tried such a bold and blatant mental intrusion, and for her sake, she hoped it would be the last. With a slow but forceful impression, she began the process of rubbing clean Yvorre's mind.

"You will not remember that you were a Mandalorian. You most certainly will not remember that you were chained here and forced to incubate Vinithi bodies. You will have full control of your faculties, and will instead recollect that you spent most of your time doing various odd jobs. Your pregnancy will be explained as being from a man you loved who died shortly after conception. As it was Vinithi, you came to me, and I gave you a job here at the Vinithi body storage laboratory."

She paused, thinking of something else. "And you will not dislike your current state. The last thing I need is to feel more guilt."

Of course, the intricacies of rewriting the memories of Yvorre and purging her originals would take some time. It could've been hours by the time that Circe finally removed her fingers from the head of the Firrerreo. Now it was time to see what had happened.

"Yvorre, are you alright?"

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[Yvorre Morcade]

Yvorre shook her head in attempt to clear it. "Yes - yes, I'm fine." She managed, blinking. "What happened? It's a bit fuzzy..." She asked, looking around in slight disorientation.

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[Onrai]

"That doesn't matter now... What matters is that you're alright." She smiled, giving the woman's head a gentle embrace before pulling back. "Which means you can get back to work, assuming the baby's making you feel alright. You're okay with continuing the pregnancy despite his passing, aren't you?"

Right into character - just how she liked it.