Lyssa Io
The Daughter of Blades
Wearing: Nothing
Armed with: Herself
Edges of Confederacy Space.
The pirates aboard their old Hammerhead vessel fell back in full retreat, running. They had bought themselves another 007 hours blasting it apart. But it would come back. It always did.
They had been harassing ships, striking from the very edges of CIS territory for weeks. They would tractor a Civilian vessel in, kill the crew, and sell the passengers on the slave markets.
They also scavenged derelicts, when located.
They had scavenged from the wrong derelict.
On the surface, it looked like a young, thin but athletic woman with brown hair, in a silver catsuit. She was not.
Again and again she had been blasted apart by their blasters. Again and again the silvery puddles of her had fled into every crack and crevice. Then one of them would die by a surprise attack hours later. She would get a few more before getting completely blasted apart again.
They were running out of ammo and she had jettisoned the escape pods, and completely destroyed their main escape vessel, locking down the hangar.
Paranoia gripped them. Nothing had held against it. It could slither through every crevice, break down everything it encountered. Attempts to hide had already been blundered.
Desperate gambits were being discussed. Up to and including luring it into the reactor area and tactically detonating it. The other had been blasting a hole out into space.
The next hours were a terror of anticipation. They watched every grill, every vent...
There was no blinking. They were cut off from access to not only the bridge, but the armory as well.
They dared not stay in one spot. But constantly keeping moving, while afraid, while the lights were now blinking on and off, had taken its toll. They fired at every little creaking sound as they moved through the crew section.
"Where the hell is it?!" one of them hissed. "Why isn't it attacking?"
"It wants to build suspense..." another said grimly.
The group of five went stiff when they heard a door open in the distance. They all trained their weapons in that direction.
Behind them, a stream of silver dripped down silently behind them, taking on a human shape.
It was on them just as one finally realized to turn around. It's deadly sharp arm-blades tore through their armor in seconds. It had tired of its experimentation with Psychological Warfare, having whittled down a crew of 100 to just these five.
She took no hits as she finished beheading the last pirate, all too confused by the darkness and fear.
She had found their reactions disturbing, wondering what it would be like should she ever encounter something that caused as much genuine fear in her as she had for these murderers.
There was much of the Galaxy that was currently a mystery to her. So many hands, many wanting only to destroy, seemingly to glorify their egos.
Lyssa didn't understand, being a machine. To her, the most efficient and effective solution was for everyone to team up. Their desire to kill each other was both illogical and irrational.
It was a sign also of the fact that, no matter how well intentioned Xiphos actually was, her thinking was still mechanical in nature. She genuinely didn't get it any more than Lyssa did.
To her, there was only the all consuming enemy to destroy. Lyssa admired her Mother's machine-like focus on what she wanted, not yet fully understanding how rigid and crippling it was to convincing others.
Lyssa stepped over the bodies, heading to the bridge to resume course, this time to Naboo. The Hammerhead would make a nice prize...
Present...
Lyssa had delivered the Frigate to an undisclosed location on Naboo, then headed to the factory where Mother was giving her guest
Jacen Nimdok
a tour. Lyssa thought it unwise, as well as an unusual move on Mother's part. Nimdok was a historian yet his report had carried such immense weight given recent events. Lyssa wondered what the end result of his reporting would be--for all she knew, it might not get very far, any more than his interview of her might.
(Cutaway of J Jonah Jameson laughing uncontrollably)
"Hi, Sis!" One of the Model 1 units called out as she strode through the facility to find Mother with Nimdok.
"Hello, Brother!" she waved back before heading into the weapons section, where Xiphos was demonstrating the function of a Bio-Blaster. She focused a small Gamma Laser on a seedling and watched it grow.
"Practical, reliable Anti-Bryn Weaponry has been a problem for some time. Hopefully this weapon goes some ways to resolving that. Even if not against Bryn it's still formidable...why...you could flood the market with these, lend them out to anyone..." Xiphos remarked, as if it had just now occured to her what the horrid thing she had helped create was capable of when she spotted Lyssa entering the weapon test section.
"Lyssa, so good of you to join us. Professor, this is my Daughter, Lyssa."
"Your papers on many of your last finds proved for interesting reading..." Lyssa admitted. "I confess, I am deeply surprised you accepted Mother's invitation. You are not like most archeologists..."
Armed with: Herself
Edges of Confederacy Space.
The pirates aboard their old Hammerhead vessel fell back in full retreat, running. They had bought themselves another 007 hours blasting it apart. But it would come back. It always did.
They had been harassing ships, striking from the very edges of CIS territory for weeks. They would tractor a Civilian vessel in, kill the crew, and sell the passengers on the slave markets.
They also scavenged derelicts, when located.
They had scavenged from the wrong derelict.
On the surface, it looked like a young, thin but athletic woman with brown hair, in a silver catsuit. She was not.
Again and again she had been blasted apart by their blasters. Again and again the silvery puddles of her had fled into every crack and crevice. Then one of them would die by a surprise attack hours later. She would get a few more before getting completely blasted apart again.
They were running out of ammo and she had jettisoned the escape pods, and completely destroyed their main escape vessel, locking down the hangar.
Paranoia gripped them. Nothing had held against it. It could slither through every crevice, break down everything it encountered. Attempts to hide had already been blundered.
Desperate gambits were being discussed. Up to and including luring it into the reactor area and tactically detonating it. The other had been blasting a hole out into space.
The next hours were a terror of anticipation. They watched every grill, every vent...
There was no blinking. They were cut off from access to not only the bridge, but the armory as well.
They dared not stay in one spot. But constantly keeping moving, while afraid, while the lights were now blinking on and off, had taken its toll. They fired at every little creaking sound as they moved through the crew section.
"Where the hell is it?!" one of them hissed. "Why isn't it attacking?"
"It wants to build suspense..." another said grimly.
The group of five went stiff when they heard a door open in the distance. They all trained their weapons in that direction.
Behind them, a stream of silver dripped down silently behind them, taking on a human shape.
It was on them just as one finally realized to turn around. It's deadly sharp arm-blades tore through their armor in seconds. It had tired of its experimentation with Psychological Warfare, having whittled down a crew of 100 to just these five.
She took no hits as she finished beheading the last pirate, all too confused by the darkness and fear.
She had found their reactions disturbing, wondering what it would be like should she ever encounter something that caused as much genuine fear in her as she had for these murderers.
There was much of the Galaxy that was currently a mystery to her. So many hands, many wanting only to destroy, seemingly to glorify their egos.
Lyssa didn't understand, being a machine. To her, the most efficient and effective solution was for everyone to team up. Their desire to kill each other was both illogical and irrational.
It was a sign also of the fact that, no matter how well intentioned Xiphos actually was, her thinking was still mechanical in nature. She genuinely didn't get it any more than Lyssa did.
To her, there was only the all consuming enemy to destroy. Lyssa admired her Mother's machine-like focus on what she wanted, not yet fully understanding how rigid and crippling it was to convincing others.
Lyssa stepped over the bodies, heading to the bridge to resume course, this time to Naboo. The Hammerhead would make a nice prize...
Present...
Lyssa had delivered the Frigate to an undisclosed location on Naboo, then headed to the factory where Mother was giving her guest
Jacen Nimdok
a tour. Lyssa thought it unwise, as well as an unusual move on Mother's part. Nimdok was a historian yet his report had carried such immense weight given recent events. Lyssa wondered what the end result of his reporting would be--for all she knew, it might not get very far, any more than his interview of her might.(Cutaway of J Jonah Jameson laughing uncontrollably)
"Hi, Sis!" One of the Model 1 units called out as she strode through the facility to find Mother with Nimdok.
"Hello, Brother!" she waved back before heading into the weapons section, where Xiphos was demonstrating the function of a Bio-Blaster. She focused a small Gamma Laser on a seedling and watched it grow.
"Practical, reliable Anti-Bryn Weaponry has been a problem for some time. Hopefully this weapon goes some ways to resolving that. Even if not against Bryn it's still formidable...why...you could flood the market with these, lend them out to anyone..." Xiphos remarked, as if it had just now occured to her what the horrid thing she had helped create was capable of when she spotted Lyssa entering the weapon test section.
"Lyssa, so good of you to join us. Professor, this is my Daughter, Lyssa."
"Your papers on many of your last finds proved for interesting reading..." Lyssa admitted. "I confess, I am deeply surprised you accepted Mother's invitation. You are not like most archeologists..."