Private House Bloodscrawl: The Medic

[Agatha Io]

Wearing: Medical Shroud

Armed With: Ancient Fusion Pistol

Equipment: Biotech Toolkit

Objective: Check up on the Model 0 units


It was over.

Laertia Io's grand experiment had collapsed into civil war. A split that could not be reconciled between those who would continue to follow the utterly vile Cult of The Brain Demon and those who had finally wanted to strike out on their own, clinging to older ideals of the House.

Agatha herself was heartbroken...

... because she had made the discovery. The discovery that revealed her Mother's entire ideology to be built at the expense of others.

At the expense of even her own citizens, even.

Agatha, a member of the House Io resistance movement known as the Doves, whose most noted champion was Percival Io , the Green Knight (Who had lived a ghastly life from his first activation to his final deactivation), had been fleeing from a Cult search team looking for those distributing subversive Anti-Cult propaganda. They had fled deep underground to evade them...

That was when they had found the entrance to an enclave of thousands of precursors to modern Nuetralizer designs. Cyborgs as opposed to full on Droids...

Agatha shook herself from the database memory as she walked the grasslands of the hidden planet known as Kytrand. She was headed to an old forest outpost where a village of the Droids had been set up in the dozens. Her goal was to examine them in a more natural environment with help from Mila Io , another defector. The only one Agatha was truly close to.

Agatha's database was NOT doing well over being the one to help kickstart the Civil War. For being part of the impetus to justify it. But when nearly the entire line of Medical, Crisis, and Civic Nuetralizers break away upon learning of the Model 0, considering turning a blind eye to them a fundamental violation of the very morality statutes Laertia herself had coded into them, Agatha knew which way the wind was blowing. The Model 0 had truly been the final straw ...

It said a lot about just how evil Laertia had gotten when most of her creations turned out to be more moral and upstanding than she was even before she had fully embraced the Darkness ...

The Forest loomed, and Agatha popped a flare, so that Mila (taking an alternate method of arrival) could find her easily before they would enter the outpost together.

Mila didn't know the whole story, didn't know Agatha had been the one that had fired the metaphorical bullet into the head of House Io's unity, didn't know how to tell her just how big her role was in the mass defections to the House of Laertia's own father, Nathan Bloodscrawl .

Agatha hadn't meant for that ...

And now her future was completely uncertain because she tried to do the right thing...

 

[Mila Io]

House Bloodscrawl: The Medic​

Location: Planetside
Tags: Agatha Io

Spoiler: Currently Equipped

Jumpsuit
Lightsabers x2

Mila spotted the flare cutting through the canopy of Kytrand's dense forest and adjusted her path toward its source. The cool breeze tugged at her lekku, the stillness of the planet doing little to quiet the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind. She had been on the move for days, carefully navigating the labyrinth of shadows that Laertia Io's fall had cast over all of them. Yet here, deep in the wilderness of this hidden world, there the one person she still confided in.

She arrived to find Agatha standing near the edge of the treeline, her synthetic features caught in the amber glow of the flare. There was something heavy in her posture—an unspoken weight Mila had seen far too often since the collapse of House Io.

"Agatha," Mila began softly, stepping into the clearing. Her voice was careful, yet firm, like a chord struck in a minor key. "I got your signal. So far, I prefer this place…far more than our last location.”

She would give the woman time to reply as she neared, having taken comfort in the other woman’s presence. Mila's violet gaze narrowed as she approached, the forest canopy casting dappled shadows across her pale lavender skin. She had learned to read the small tells of hesitation, even from someone as composed as Agatha. She contemplated the situation she and Agatha had been in, the claim that she was in fact another woman, her memory modified…it was quite a lot to understand. Though that wasn’t what she desired to speak with the woman on.

"So, what’s going on?" Mila asked, her voice sharpening ever so slightly. "You're holding something back. You've been on edge since we started working together."

There was no accusation in her tone, only concern. They had been through too much—lost too much—for Mila to demand answers without empathy. She knew Agatha was struggling. They all were.

Mila glanced toward the forest, where the outpost lay hidden like a secret waiting to be unearthed. "We are together in this, you know," She added, softer now. "Whatever happens, whatever you're feeling... I'm here. Just….whenever you’re ready, I’m here."

Her lekku twitched slightly as she tilted her head, studying Agatha with an intensity that was both disarming and resolute. "Regardless, I’m just happy to be by your side, as ever."

And then, Mila offered the smallest of smiles—fragile but genuine. "Let's go find those droids and figure out what comes next... together."
She slowly offered a hand in kind, hoping it would be taken.

Agatha had given her a great deal of comfort after she had awoken. She hoped she could return the favor.

 

[Agatha Io]

"We're going to examine a heretofore unknown Nuetralizer unit. It was discovered in the tunnels under Khemost..." Agatha answered. "Laertia...Mother...had been making them for years..."

Agatha stopped.

"I was the one who discovered them..." she admitted. "They aren't droids, Mila--"

She stopped, listening to Mila Io . Poor Mila. The more time passes, the more Agatha found herself hating Laertia for how she had taken a wrench to Mi'la Undari 's mind to forge Mila Io...she was still trying to help Mila get herself back...

She found herself clasping Mila's hand, heart pounding...

"I...I dunno how I'd manage if I didn't have you here..." Agatha confessed, stepping closer, still holding Mila's hand.

"Mila...virtually my entire design line rebelled at the Discovery of the Model 0. They're cyborgs. Illegal even by Mother's own laws. They were made unwillingly into what they are. Mother's been making them since the original Bryn'adul Wars!" Agatha exclaimed in clear distress. "They were shadow citizens. The results of them dying in the field from warfare...the most successful survivors were used as the programming template for countless other models ... possibly even my own line of Nuetralizer.

Agatha stepped closer.

"Mila...I swear...I was only trying to do the right thing!" Agatha exclaimed. "My...my programming as a Doctor was very stringent. Do no harm. The Citizens are family--"

She stopped, embarrassed. She hated talking about her nature as a Nuetralizer. Hated reminding Mila that she was a programmed being, grown in a lab, her looks customized to put people at ease-as well as be an example of sculpted feminine beauty.

She hated reminding herself that she was artificial.

She hated being artificial. Hated that the hand Mila touched was vong based tissue genetically twisted to its absolute limit...

"A violation of the scale Mother performed...it went against the very core programming she had given us. It wasn't just us who rebelled. It was the Crisis Nuetralizers AND the Civic Nuetralizers who went full rebel. The Crisis Nuetralizers are direct follow ups to my own design, and the Civic Nuetralizers are programmed to protect the citizens. All three of our lines essentially had the same programming in that regard. Once we rebelled, the rest of the Organic Nuetralizers rebelled. Even the mechanicals freaked the hell out."

Agatha got control of her emotions. Her database feverishly recorded the memory of touching Mila's hand. She was calm again.

"Let's go..." Agatha said.

Agatha kept holding Mila's hand all the way to the gate, where she began to reach into her medical tool kit. The gate opened and a black, skeleton like Cyborg in a cowboy hat stepped out.

"Well howwwwwdy, ladies!" The Droid greeted in a bizarre voice like it was an old West lawman, and affectation chronic to the entire design line. The accent made it obvious that Laertia was insane. "If it isn't a medical ranch hand and a friendly neighborhood Io. Y'all down 'ere to give us Model 0's the once-over?" The Cyborg asked.

"Yes. I need to prepare a detailed report to your descendents...I need to know the process of your construction..."

"Well, why don't you two just mosey on in 'ere and we'll get y'all nice 'n' comfy..." The Cyborg offered. "Can I offer you two anything? Biot Nutrient? Water? Handguns?"

"What kind of handguns?" Agatha asked.

"Rail pistols mostly, but I got me a mean old shotty off a Mando recently..." The Cyborg answered, it's thigh holster opening up to reveal a Triple-Barreled Lupara.

"I got two of those already. I even gifted Mila one last life day..." Agatha said with a shake of her head. (The Lupara gifted to Mila had included a photo of Agatha blowing a Kiss at the viewer. )

"Darn. Well, c'mon in!" The Cyborg said ..

The outpost was run like a barracks, each Model 0 wearing a cowboy hat. Sensors set up amidst tent housing and armories. Some were playing the guitar. Most were playing cards. A few were doing Revolver Ocelot-style tricks with their pistols.

"This is certainly an improvement..." Agatha commented.

"Too much of one for us where the Cattle Baroness was concerned..." The 0 grunted in reference to Laertia.

"Mila, meet the Model 0. Laertia's original 'stage hands' as they refer to themselves." Agatha said, getting out some scanners.

"We walked so House Io droids could run..." The cyborg said to Mila. "Don't rightly know what to feel about that anymore..."

 

[Mila Io]

House Bloodscrawl: The Medic​

Location: Planetside
Tags: Agatha Io

Spoiler: Currently Equipped

Jumpsuit
Lightsabers x2

Mila's grip on Agatha's hand tightened ever so slightly as she listened. It wasn't out of fear—fear was a thing long burned away, replaced with something colder, sharper. But hearing Agatha speak like this, with such uncertainty, such pain, made something stir in her chest. The past couldn't be rewritten. The things Laertia had done, the violations she had committed against even her own creations, were a stain Mila had learned to live with. But Agatha...

Agatha hated being artificial. Mila had known that for some time. It was in the way she spoke about her programming, the way she hesitated when discussing her nature. It was in the way she touched Mila's hand, like she needed the warmth of another to ground her, to remind herself that she was real, that she mattered. The crimes of mother, of Laertia, would have to be addressed. Unfortunately, it would be a long list….one that would take the pair sometime.

Mila squeezed her hand in return. She felt her heart flutter at the contact, real or not, she knew this woman was important. A part of her.

"You were doing the right thing," Mila said quietly, but firmly. "What Mother did—what she made—none of that is on you, Agatha. You fought for your own mind. For your own soul. You fought for all of them, whether they see it that way or not."

She glanced at the Model 0s as they moved deeper into the outpost, their cowboy hats and theatrics a bizarre contrast to the weight of what they were. It was all so Laertia—taking something broken, something twisted, and dressing it up in sentimentality and affectation, as if that could erase the reality of what had been done. Mila had learned not to dwell on those ironies too much. Her time away from the order, of whatever life she had before waking up….it was an unknown. She would follow with Agatha, pondering on the nature of these machines and the impact of them.

Given she was part cyborg as well, Mila pondered if she should feel apathy for these machines. They could have been her.

In fact, they might as well be like her.

Her eyes landed on the nearest Model 0, the one who had greeted them. Stage hands, Agatha had called them. The ones who had walked so House Io's droids could run. Mila understood that sentiment too well. Baby steps. She bumps Agatha at the mention of the life day gift, a small blush coming to her features. She’s get her back for that, later.

She turned to face him fully. "Then tell me," she said, voice steady, "How are things going here?” She asks.

 

[Agatha Io]

"Well I done reckon it's the first time any of us have been on leave without being underground. Kytrand's pretty nice though. Fantastic place to set up a ranch and whatnot." The Cyborg answered Mila Io .

"Cattle Baroness kept us good and busy most times, keeping the foxes outta the ol' henhouse..." he added. "Most of us didn't even get a proper name, only Stormtrooper-like designations."

"Hmm..." Agatha muttered, surveying the scans she ran in him, growing silently but visibly emotional as she looked at the readouts, covering her mouth. It was a working design...but horribly flawed in the nervous system integration. It was patchwork. The kind that would have been unacceptable for even the already flawed Entertainment Nuetralizer series. She would never have expected this quality of work from her own Mother. And his parts were relatively new. Which meant that this...

...this was deliberate. A form of punishment...

Unable to look at the scans any longer, Agatha stood up.

"All the cybernetics work would have been considered top of the line...three decades ago..." Agatha said quietly, wanting to be sick at the level of cruelty inflicted on these cyborgs. "Your design can be upgraded...yet no improvements have been made...when did you first activate?"

"About two years ago. You can spot the older ones. They got more scuffs and dents on the chassis. Like that there feller..." The Cyborg said, pointing to a Model 0 with a black cowboy hat and multiple scuff, scratches, burn marks, and micro dents, playing solitaire by himself at a corner table.

"He's one of the oldest. Been around since Day One, or so he claims..." The Cyborg said. "You gotta be real hardcore to make it that long if you're a Zero."

Agatha struggled to contain a building fury, her face kept placid, though wet eyes gave away how upset she truly was with the atrocity that had been inflicted as she rose.

She didn't need to really scan the others. She knew it would be mostly the same story. Barring a few field adaptations.

Only Mila's presence made the moment even remotely bearable. There were thousands of them. Thousands upon thousands. So much so, it was a strain to conceal them.

There would have to be more in depth interviews conducted...more tests ran...but this was horrifying. The Brain was plagued by occasional, random seizures due to imperfect cybernetic grafting.

Agatha could not longer bear to look at the grisly scan results after glancing a second time.

Unconsciously, she drew closer to Mila, trying to think of something happy, trying to think about anything other than what she had done to stop this horror...

Sometimes she wondered if she should have gotten all the upgrades. Would she have made the same decision?

"Is there anything any of you want or need?" Agatha asked.

"We could use parts to maintain our joints. Due for an overhaul, ma'am..." The Nuetralizer answered, taking his hat off and holding it in front of his skeleton chassis. "Also, we were encountering problems in ocular processing that we've been having trouble nailing down. Could use an examination to nail down the problem..."

"I'd be happy to correct any problems right now..." Agatha offered, getting out more tools...

Three hours later...

Agatha had done all she could to ease what discomforts she could among the Model 0's (With Mila's assistance for basic work...neural stuff was strictly Agatha's domain.)

As she worked, she was quiet and serious. Whatever she had seen on that scan had angered her immensely.

She had told them they would return tomorrow to bring more supplies. But her report was going to be a devastating read for the defectors.

Agatha found herself clasping Mila's hand, trying to calm down as she walked with Mila slightly away from the Model 0 enclave, waiting for the rendezvous with her vessel Danuta's Gaze.

She again found herself trying to distract from that scan. That horrible scan.

Five months prior ...

Agatha surveyed her work.

It was a Prototype, a self built upgrade station she had spent weeks fine tuning and calibrating aboard the Danuta's Gaze, her home for many years now. A Micro surgical theater designed to rip her open and integrate experimental tech into her body.

She hated being Artificial. But as Laertia grew more unhinged, as the rituals of the wretched cult grew every more prevalent, She knew she had to adapt if she at least wanted to protect Mila and The Doves Faction better.

The one thing she could count on was that her Nuetralizer body could handle the load of upgrades being applied on it all at the same time. Agatha kept this bit of research out of House Records.

Agatha slowly stripped off her clothes, took a deep breath, hesitated a bit, and then stepped in the machine. Her digital mind had calculated every last variable in its operation. All equipment has been quintuple checked before being assembled, the notes many times that amount.

There was whirring like a machine shop inside for over an hour before she stepped out, flesh rippling for a second as it processed and mapped all the enhancements.

She felt...smarter...felt... confident even...

Her thoughts drifted back to Mila. Her feelings had only grown as they worked together in House Io, as Agatha tried to find some way to restore what her mother had stolen...how her feelings deepened...they had remained friends even after Agatha was no longer her doctor...and her feelings kept deepening.

Agatha slipped on her standard catsuit, and decided to give Mila a Holo-call...

 

[Mila Io]

House Bloodscrawl: The Medic​

Location: Planetside
Tags: Agatha Io

Spoiler: Currently Equipped

Jumpsuit
Lightsabers x2

After aiding Agatha in the work, Mila took a degree of comfort in having aided her companion in the task. Mila walked alongside Agatha in silence, her grip firm but not demanding as their hands remained clasped. She knew Agatha was trying to push aside whatever storm of emotions was brewing beneath that placid expression, but Mila had seen too much—been through too much—to be fooled by the act.

She squeezed Agatha's hand, just slightly. A small gesture. A quiet reminder that she was here.

When Agatha spoke again, her voice tight with lingering frustration, Mila finally exhaled, speaking in a low murmur.

"This isn't something you can fix overnight, Agatha." Her voice was gentle, but there was an edge to it—an understanding of battlefields, of wounds too deep for quick mending. "You did what you could for today. And you'll do more tomorrow. And the day after that." She turned her head slightly, meeting Agatha's gaze. "But I need you to breathe."

She let the words settle, watching the tension in Agatha's frame, the way she unconsciously leaned closer—whether to Mila or just away from the weight of what they'd seen, Mila wasn't sure.

Then, after a moment: "You're not artificial to me."

She said it simply, without hesitation, taking a free hand and poking at Agatha's side. Because it was the truth. Agatha wasn't circuitry and genetic sculpting. She wasn't a sum of her programming. She was hands that worked tirelessly, a mind that questioned, a heart that cared so much it ached. Mila had known 'artificial' things. Agatha Io was not one of them.

Her thumb brushed over the back of Agatha's hand, absent-minded but reassuring. "And whatever comes next, I'll be here. You know that, right?"

---

Five months prior:

Mila had been in the middle of maintenance work when the holo-call came through. Wiping her hands on a rag, she leaned against the nearest console taking a moment to see the name on screen before she accepted the call.

The moment Agatha's image flickered to life, Mila's sharp eyes scanned her, taking in the subtle differences. The way she held herself, the slight ripple in her skin—familiar, yet refined. Mila had seen Agatha push herself before, but this… this was something else. Something carefully planned. Deliberate.

She tilted her head slightly. "Well," she started, voice casual but laced with quiet curiosity, "You've been busy." She remarked, reaching out a hand, pulling one of the gifted sabers towards her, fiddling with it, awaiting the woman's reply.

She always felt a tinge nervous, talking to Agatha.

 

[Agatha Io]

Present day...


"I know you don't see me that way, Mila. And I know you will be there..." Agatha replied, clasping Mila's hand slightly tighter as the Io Corvette arrived, settling gently down in front of them and allowing them to walk up it.

They had been dating a while now, and while Agatha had possessed an apartment on Khemost, this would really be Mila's first time aboard her personal ship, which has a dark blue interior with golden light fixtures on the walls and ceiling.

Agatha has developed hobbies and passions, one of them being collecting Armor and swords. They wouldn't lift off yet. There was no need to. Kytrand was a hidden world strong with the light. So strong even she thought she could feel it.

She tossed the data pad containing her scans on a nearby seat in the main hold, then excused herself a moment to change out of her work clothes, heading into her room where she slipped into her old Medical Nuetralizer Gown, and rejoined Mila in the main hold, immediately going into her arms.

"What Mother did to you...did to these people...it's unforgivable..." Agatha said, finding comfort as she held the creature that mattered most to her. "No one should suffer like the Zeros have. No one. We have to help them. 'I' have to help them..." Agatha said. "I was the Surgeon General of The House...there must be some way to ease their suffering...if I had known earlier...if only I had understood just how horrible Laertia was..."

Months prior...

Agatha looked nervously at Mila's hologram at first, but all her recent upgrades gave her a confidence boost. That Adonis Biomod she had installed made her subtly more voluptuous and muscular. Her movements less precise, much, much more like a normal human.

"I...yes...uh...hello Mila...how have you been?" Agatha said quickly, wishing she had installed courting software.

"I've been thinking... would you like to have dinner with me?" Agatha asked. "I mean...I would. With you, that is. It would be your pick..." she stammered out. Gosh Mila looked cuter...the upgrades made her notice just how much she liked the color purple.

She had also installed new guises but she wasn't ready for Mila to see those yet.

"I uh...I upgraded! And, uh...erm...gosh, you're so hot..." she blurted out in nervousness to Mila Io

 

[Mila Io]

House Bloodscrawl: The Medic​

Location: Planetside
Tags: Agatha Io

Spoiler: Currently Equipped

Jumpsuit
Lightsabers x2

Mila stood silently as Agatha spoke, holding her close, the warmth of her embrace a grounding force amidst the storm of Agatha's emotions. She could feel the tension in Agatha's body, the weight of the guilt and regret that pressed so heavily on her chest. It was clear that Agatha blamed herself for the horrors Laertia had caused, even though Mila knew deep down that none of it was her fault.

She pulled Agatha tighter, her voice soft but steady, as if to counter the whirlwind of self-blame. "Agatha," Mila whispered, brushing her fingers through Agatha's hair, "You can't carry this alone. You weren't the one who created this nightmare. You've only ever tried to help. You're not your mother."

Mila paused for a moment, letting her words settle between them before she continued. "You will help them, Agatha. You already are. Every step you take to try and heal the world, every decision you make—no matter how small—matters."

Her hand gently cupped Agatha's face, tilting her head slightly so they could look into each other's eyes. "You can't change the past, but you can shape the future. And I'll be here, every step of the way. You don't have to do it alone."

She leaned down, pressing her forehead against Agatha's, the closeness offering some silent reassurance. "Together, we'll find a way to ease their suffering... and to heal whatever damage can be undone. You're not a surgeon to them, Agatha. You're a hope for a new beginning. And that... that's the most important thing."

She pulled back slightly, eyes filled with a quiet intensity. "I'll be with you, no matter what. And I will always believe in you…and if you don’t stop beating yourself up, I’ll give you a soft reset.” She added with a playful tone, knowing Agatha understood the playful threat.

---

Months prior:


Mila stood silently, her form flickering slightly as Agatha's hologram came into focus. She could tell Agatha was nervous—the way her movements were quick and unsteady, the slight hesitation in her voice. It made her smile softly. She had always found Agatha's nervousness charming, though she couldn't quite explain why.

"Well, hello to you too, Agatha," She replied, trying to keep her tone steady, letting the teasing warmth slip through. "I've been good, as always. Busy, but good." She tilted her head slightly, eyes softening as she watched Agatha stammer, feeling the vulnerability radiating from her. It was endearing, but also a little... funny, in a way.

"Dinner?" Mila repeated, letting the idea linger in her mind for a moment. She hadn't expected this, but it felt... nice. "With you?" she added, letting her voice linger on the words for just a beat longer than necessary, as if savoring the thought. Agatha's nervousness was almost palpable, and Mila found it cute. "Well, you certainly know how to ask,” She said with a light laugh, wanting to ease the tension. "I think I'd love to have dinner with you."

Her smile widened, watching Agatha's form shift under the sudden surge of confidence. Agatha was always so... much, in the most intriguing way. But this version of her, so unsure and still trying to figure herself out, was... even more captivating. "And if it's my pick, huh?" Mila asked, her tone thoughtful. "I'd say somewhere quiet... maybe a little cozy. Just the two of us. How does that sound?"

She could feel the nervous energy radiating from Agatha, like static in the air. She watched her blush a little as she stammered out her words, and Mila's lips curled into a soft, affectionate smile. "I’m not sure if you came programed this way, but you are adorable, Agatha," She chuckled softly, the amusement in her voice tender rather than mocking. "I don't know if I've ever been called 'hot' like that before. But hey, I'm not complaining."

Mila took a step closer, her presence in the hologram shifting just slightly, her eyes locking onto Agatha's. There was something different about her, something more confident. She couldn't place it, but she liked it. Agatha's appearance, too, was undeniably different. There was an aura around her now, a quiet confidence that Mila hadn't quite seen before. Her upgrades, whatever they were, had clearly worked.

"You're looking great, by the way," Mila said, her voice soft and genuine. "Whatever upgrades you've made... they definitely suit you. Just don't get too nervous around me, alright? I'm not going anywhere."

Mila could feel the desire to reach out and touch Agatha, to pull her into the embrace she wanted to share, but she hesitated. Agatha needed space, needed to feel in control. Instead, she let her gaze soften, her eyes warm with understanding. "So, what's this 'guise' you're talking about?" She asked, her voice gentle but curious. "You know you don't have to hide anything from me, right?"

Her gaze lingered on Agatha, a soft and steady reassurance.

 

[Agatha Io]

Present Day...

Agatha felt a silent relief wash over her at the words of Mila Io .

"It means a lot, hearing that from you..." the Android admitted...and giggled as Mila threatened to give her a soft reset.

"If there's anyone I would allow to give me soft reset, it would be you..." Agatha purred quietly, planting a light kiss on Mila's lips.

"I'll make lunch..." Agatha said, kissing Mila again. This time much more passionately. "And afterwards there is this lovely lake and a grove with this giant chunk of crystals I think you'll love..."

Agatha let the moment last a bit longer before drawing away to prep lunch...

Months Prior...


"You will?! Oh! I mean! Yes! Alright!" Agatha replied, stammering a bit in surprise. "Quiet and cozy huh? My place, then. I'll make your favorite --"

Agatha blushed visibly as she was complimented.

"Thanks..." Agatha said, getting control again. "And you 'are' hot, it's like, statistically provable."

At the comment on the upgrades, Agatha blushed again.

"I got a bunch of them..." Agatha giggled, stopping as Mila asked about her 'guise' mentioned...

"Well, Nuetralizer tissue is inherently malleable, so some of us, we get cybernetic implants that can alter our looks to...take advantage of it...for example..." Agatha trailed delicately, reach for the back of her neck, hesitated a bit, looking at Mila.

"Try and keep an open mind?" Agatha said while pressing down.

Her entire appearance rippled like water, reconfiguring her appearance so while her face was the same, the skin tone and the rest of her appearance made her look like a aqua-skinned Twi'lek woman.

"Now, Mila..." Agatha trailed playfully, speaking to her in perfect, unaccented Ryl, her new braintail tissue twitching their silent language.

"Do you want to get here of your own accord...or shall I have to come in and sweep you off your feet?" Agatha asked playfully to Mila Io

 

[Mila Io]

House Bloodscrawl: The Medic​

Location: Planetside
Tags: Agatha Io

Spoiler: Currently Equipped

Jumpsuit
Lightsabers x2

Mila smirked against Agatha's lips, her fingers lingering along the android's jaw as she savored the warmth of the kiss. "Careful," she murmured playfully, her voice low and teasing. "You keep talking like that, and I might start thinking you want a reboot."

She let her hand trail down Agatha's arm before finally releasing her, leaning back just enough to watch as the other woman moved toward the kitchen. There was something almost mesmerizing about it—how natural Agatha was in these moments, how effortlessly she wove herself into the quiet domesticity of their time together. It was something Mila hadn't realized she craved until now.

"A lake and a crystal grove, huh?" Mila tilted her head, watching Agatha with a lazy, intrigued smile. "You really know how to tempt a girl. Guess I'll just have to stick around and see what all the fuss is about."

She leaned back, stretching her arms over the back of the chair. "But first," She said with a smirk, "I expect to be thoroughly impressed by this lunch of yours. Don't disappoint me, Agatha."

---

Months prior:


Mila arched a brow, her smirk widening as she watched Agatha's transformation unfold before her. The shift was seamless, fluid—almost hypnotic in how effortlessly her features reconfigured. It was one thing to know Agatha had this ability, another thing entirely to witness it in action.

She leaned back slightly, arms crossed, pretending to consider the offer with great seriousness. "Huh. Well, I was planning on walking in like a normal person, but now that you mention it…"

Mila's gaze flicked over Agatha's new form with an appreciative glint. "Sweeping me off my feet, huh? Bold move. But I do like a girl with confidence."

Then, without missing a beat, she responded in flawless Ryl of her own. "Alright, Agatha. Impress me." Her smirk was pure challenge, eyes flickering with amusement.

She wasn't about to make it too easy, after all.

 

[Agatha Io]

Present...


Agatha's android hands worked over a large chunk of Nerf meat, dicing it up to make a stew with traditional Ryloth spices. It would be light but extremely tasty. The bread was prepared with special dough that baked quick. In less than a half hour Agatha was ready, the bread smelling fresh and buttered. The smell of the stew filled the kitchen in a pleasant way as she brought the meal out for both, wordlessly switching to her aqua-skinned Twilek form (One she used exclusively for when she and Mila were alone).

They began to eat, Agatha silently admiring Mila's delicate features.

"I have heard rumors of a particular geode of red crystals within this grove we'll be heading to that are strong in the light but produce deeply scarlet blades." Agatha said to Mila in Ryl in between bites of stew. "They're supposedly deep within the grove itself. But it also has samples of crystals almost exclusive to Kytrand..."

Oh, those lovely eyes of yours her lekku communicated with subtle twitches in the same breath.

"But the lake ...once you see it, you'll love it..."

My brain stops processing time when I stare into them. her lekku twitched as Agatha ate, a small smile creeping up her mouth.

Months prior.

Agatha smiled at Mila's image.

"On the way, Darling..." Agatha said, blowing Mila a kiss.

You become more gorgeous every time I see you. her Lekku twitched.

Agatha switched out her catsuit for a black cocktail dress with matching heels as she piloted through snow ridden Khemost, wincing at the Cultist rituals she saw below.

She soon landed at Mila's location, walked daintily to front door and knocked. When Mila opened the door, Agatha smirked, took a few steps forward and literally swept Mila off her feet, picking her up easily with her Nuetralizer strength and holding her with both arms, like she was saving a damsel in distress.

"You look gorgeous. How's this for feet sweeping? Or am I being too literal?" Agatha asked.

I adore the tone of your skin. her Lekku confessed in passionate twitches to Mila Io

 

[Mila Io]

House Bloodscrawl: The Medic​

Location: Planetside
Tags: Agatha Io

Spoiler: Currently Equipped

Jumpsuit
Lightsabers x2

Mila smiled warmly, eyes twinkling as Agatha spoke. She had grown fond of the way Agatha's lekku seemed to express her emotions, almost like they were extensions of the affection and playfulness that always accompanied her words. She couldn't help but look up at the Twi'lek's elegant, striking features, her aqua skin, the way Agatha always knew how to make every moment feel special.

Taking a bite of the stew, Mila let out a satisfied hum. The spices, the richness of the Nerf meat, and the lightness of the dish worked together perfectly. It was exactly what she needed.

"You're always full of surprises," Mila responded, her voice soft and teasing, though her eyes remained focused on Agatha with genuine admiration. She leaned back slightly in her chair, watching as Agatha continued to eat. Her lekku twitched, and Mila couldn't help but smile at the subtle signals that Agatha was trying to communicate even when she wasn't speaking directly.

"I've heard of those crystals," Mila responded, her voice more serious now, but still carrying a hint of affection in it. "But Kytrand's crystals, you say? I've never encountered any like that before. We may need to be careful though, if they're rare, there could be others looking for them. Especially if they're powerful enough to create blades."

She set her fork down gently, looking at Agatha with a spark of intrigue in her eyes. "But… a lake, you say?" Mila's smile softened as she took in Agatha's words. "That sounds peaceful. I can already picture it—the calm water reflecting the sky, the light glimmering... I think I would love it, too."

She let out a small, affectionate laugh, her fingers brushing the edge of her glass before lifting it to take a sip of the drink. The moment felt warm, intimate, and genuine.

When Agatha's lekku twitched again, Mila paused, meeting her gaze and offering a slight grin. "You flatter me, darling. But I think you're the one who's truly stunning."

The months they'd spent together had grown their connection stronger than Mila could have expected. Their interactions had become natural, almost effortless, with unspoken understanding between them—moments like this, where they could enjoy each other's presence in peaceful silence or through simple words, were becoming her favorites.

Months prior…

Mila couldn't help but laugh softly as Agatha swept her off her feet, the strength and confidence Agatha displayed always leaving her in awe. She instinctively wrapped her arms around Agatha's neck, her eyes glinting with a playful affection.

"Well, I wasn't expecting a literal feet sweeping, but I have to admit, it's a rather charming way to make an entrance," Mila teased, her smile widening as she relaxed into Agatha's embrace. "And if we're talking about tone... I think your strength is definitely something to admire, darling."

Her fingers lightly traced the fabric of Agatha's dress, savoring the warmth of her presence. The snow outside might have been cold, but with Agatha there, Mila felt a warmth that made the rest of the world fade into the background.

"You do know how to make an impression," Mila added, her voice softening with a hint of affection. "But I must say, it's not just your strength that draws me in. Your confidence… and that look in your eyes... It's everything."

Mila tilted her head slightly, her fingers brushing against Agatha's lekku. "And you're right about one thing. You do make me feel like a damsel in distress... but in the best possible way."

She let out a small, quiet laugh, then glanced up at Agatha with a genuine, heartfelt look. "You're incredible, Agatha. Absolutely incredible."

 

[Agatha Io]

"Yes...a lake. But I don't think we need to worry about looters. Kytrand is a hidden planet..." Agatha explained. "Much like Khemost was..."

Agatha stopped at the mention of the other planet...

Khemost held so much pain for her now, because of the slaughter she was partially responsible for setting into motion.

More than once, Agatha questioned herself if she and the others of her design line had done the right thing in rebelling...

But her databases, infuriatingly esoteric in their processing, always came back with the same conclusion.

Laertia was insane. And she had been going more and more insane by the day. Outliers like Mila Io would eventually have been targeted...

Her mother was insane and couldn't be rehabilitated.

Her children loved the woman that had invented them. They didn't love The Parliament.

Agatha stared at her food... and her lekku drooped a bit in spite of Mila's compliment.

But Agatha pulled herself out of the depressed moment.

"I'm sure the lake will be wonderful..." she continued, smiling again...

"And in case you really are worried about potential looters...I have just the thing..."

Agatha rose and pulled out a large golden box from a nearby cupboard.

"I actually found this on Khemost...but it didn't feel like the right time to show it..." Agatha explained opening the box and pulling out a large, bulky pistol that looked particularly ancient...

"A legendary weapon..." she explained. "It is known as the Void-Lock. Powered by a miniature singularity..." Setting three is non-lethal...but it entraps targets in an Entropy field like effect...

Agatha not-so-innocently scratched the back of her head...

"I, uh, might have tested it on a couple of cultists...to figure stuff out..." she admitted... "It's super ancient pistol...had to see if it still worked...