Melinda Bloodscrawl
Tertiary Sister
Current appearance: This
Armed with: Herself
Current objective: Cheer up Nathan
It was Melinda Bloodscrawl's nature to be the most fun loving of her Sisters.
Much as Laertia had adored the original version of Melinda, Nathan had silently grown to adore this Melinda. Her core programming was to maintain family harmony and to function as someone to have a deeper insight into emotional states than most. She couldn't not latch onto her adopted brother, and want the best for him.
She had been fed data on his psychological profile, and had crafted her approach to winning him over based on that.
Nathan had lost family members in painful and traumatic ways. It had taken only a few conversations for her to figure out he had lost siblings in his youth.
She had first started by finding Brain Demon Cultists and butchering them in brutal ways. The equivalent of a cat bringing a dead bird to a human it likes. This had amused Nathan, who maintained a zero-mercy policy to all Cultists he encountered in the field. She had thrown herself into the task of upholding House Bloodscrawl tenants in every other respect. She wanted to know everything about his early life, and always pressed to know more. It was her passion to find relics of the Ancient House Bloodscrawl.
Gradually, Nathan had begun to share stuff unprompted. He shared limited stuff for now...he seemed to dance around certain memories. But Melinda probably knew more of his early life than most of the family. He had even gotten her a pet.
Melinda was even coaching him on smiling properly, something even his own wife had trouble with. It was still touch and go.
Coded to be the 'younger' Sister, Melinda was constantly thinking up ways to get her brother out of his cold and frozen shell. That was why she had brought him to a swoop race on Coruscant.
Nathan, who had recently lost his arm on Tython, had gotten a cybernetic replacement. He was in simple black biker gear, grim faced as usual. Melinda, in the meanwhile, had morphed her nanite body to make it look like she was wearing a red cocktail dress. Like her sisters, her default form was that of a woman with gold tan skin and golden blond hair.
"Swoop Race, huh?" Nathan muttered. "I wonder what made you choose this activity..."
"Opera seemed too pretentious for you to stomach. Laser tag too childish, and I have yet to see you enjoy a modern movie..." Melinda replied succinctly. "Racing struck me as a happy medium, Nate."
Nathan mused over this.
"Good guess..." he admitted as they waded through throngs of excited attendees from the lower levels. Melinda drew stares from both human and alien, women and men for her sculpted, youthful beauty, the way she glided through crowds with her brother.
She had gotten them great seats in the upper booths. It wasn't long before she flagged down one of the staff distributing over priced, sugary sodas and passed on to Nathan. He took a tentative sip, face wincing in curiosity. Sugar always tasted strange to him. He wasn't into sweets.
As they waited for the race to begin, the track under the shadow of the great skyscrapers, Melinda struck up a conversation;
"So, Nate...is the family all you hoped for?"
"I hope that someday we'll no longer need to keep to the shadows, even though it makes things easier. A lot easier..." Nathan admitted. "Do you like being in this family, Melinda?"
Melinda turned to him. "I love being in it."
"Because you were programmed to or because you actually enjoy it?"
"Can't it be both?" Melinda asked innocently. "You forget, one of my purposes is to act as a Sister to you. I wouldn't be very effective as a Sister if I wasn't capable of seeing what a good brother you could be if given a chance."
Nathan seemed to ponder her words. However, he didn't get to ponder them long, as he spotted a strange flashing in the commentator's tower.
"Lindy, did you see that?" Nathan asked.
Melinda focused her nanite forged eyes in the specific direction of the tower...
"I see two gunman in suits, with suppressed blasters..." Melinda said with growing alarm.
"I'll check it out. We cannot risk causing a panic..." Melinda said, irritated that her time spending with him had been interrupted.
Melinda stood up.
"Be careful, Lindy..." Nathan said.
Melinda ruffled his hair playfully.
"I'll have this all sorted before the race even starts..." Melinda assured, walking off through the seats full of people.
As she got out of sight, Melinda broke down into a puddle of liquid silver and flowed into an air vent in the race track stadium...
Armed with: Herself
Current objective: Cheer up Nathan
It was Melinda Bloodscrawl's nature to be the most fun loving of her Sisters.
Much as Laertia had adored the original version of Melinda, Nathan had silently grown to adore this Melinda. Her core programming was to maintain family harmony and to function as someone to have a deeper insight into emotional states than most. She couldn't not latch onto her adopted brother, and want the best for him.
She had been fed data on his psychological profile, and had crafted her approach to winning him over based on that.
Nathan had lost family members in painful and traumatic ways. It had taken only a few conversations for her to figure out he had lost siblings in his youth.
She had first started by finding Brain Demon Cultists and butchering them in brutal ways. The equivalent of a cat bringing a dead bird to a human it likes. This had amused Nathan, who maintained a zero-mercy policy to all Cultists he encountered in the field. She had thrown herself into the task of upholding House Bloodscrawl tenants in every other respect. She wanted to know everything about his early life, and always pressed to know more. It was her passion to find relics of the Ancient House Bloodscrawl.
Gradually, Nathan had begun to share stuff unprompted. He shared limited stuff for now...he seemed to dance around certain memories. But Melinda probably knew more of his early life than most of the family. He had even gotten her a pet.
Melinda was even coaching him on smiling properly, something even his own wife had trouble with. It was still touch and go.
Coded to be the 'younger' Sister, Melinda was constantly thinking up ways to get her brother out of his cold and frozen shell. That was why she had brought him to a swoop race on Coruscant.
Nathan, who had recently lost his arm on Tython, had gotten a cybernetic replacement. He was in simple black biker gear, grim faced as usual. Melinda, in the meanwhile, had morphed her nanite body to make it look like she was wearing a red cocktail dress. Like her sisters, her default form was that of a woman with gold tan skin and golden blond hair.
"Swoop Race, huh?" Nathan muttered. "I wonder what made you choose this activity..."
"Opera seemed too pretentious for you to stomach. Laser tag too childish, and I have yet to see you enjoy a modern movie..." Melinda replied succinctly. "Racing struck me as a happy medium, Nate."
Nathan mused over this.
"Good guess..." he admitted as they waded through throngs of excited attendees from the lower levels. Melinda drew stares from both human and alien, women and men for her sculpted, youthful beauty, the way she glided through crowds with her brother.
She had gotten them great seats in the upper booths. It wasn't long before she flagged down one of the staff distributing over priced, sugary sodas and passed on to Nathan. He took a tentative sip, face wincing in curiosity. Sugar always tasted strange to him. He wasn't into sweets.
As they waited for the race to begin, the track under the shadow of the great skyscrapers, Melinda struck up a conversation;
"So, Nate...is the family all you hoped for?"
"I hope that someday we'll no longer need to keep to the shadows, even though it makes things easier. A lot easier..." Nathan admitted. "Do you like being in this family, Melinda?"
Melinda turned to him. "I love being in it."
"Because you were programmed to or because you actually enjoy it?"
"Can't it be both?" Melinda asked innocently. "You forget, one of my purposes is to act as a Sister to you. I wouldn't be very effective as a Sister if I wasn't capable of seeing what a good brother you could be if given a chance."
Nathan seemed to ponder her words. However, he didn't get to ponder them long, as he spotted a strange flashing in the commentator's tower.
"Lindy, did you see that?" Nathan asked.
Melinda focused her nanite forged eyes in the specific direction of the tower...
"I see two gunman in suits, with suppressed blasters..." Melinda said with growing alarm.
"I'll check it out. We cannot risk causing a panic..." Melinda said, irritated that her time spending with him had been interrupted.
Melinda stood up.
"Be careful, Lindy..." Nathan said.
Melinda ruffled his hair playfully.
"I'll have this all sorted before the race even starts..." Melinda assured, walking off through the seats full of people.
As she got out of sight, Melinda broke down into a puddle of liquid silver and flowed into an air vent in the race track stadium...