Syd Celsius
The Reflection
Wearing: 90 Suit
Armed With: Herself
Objective: Reunite with
Starlin Rand
, explore potential of acquired Battalion form at combatting Sith
The integration of the absorbed Battalion had been done piece meal. In Bytes, digested days apart from each other. Slowly, memories and knowledge filtered in. Memories of being Laertia's wife. Memories of her rare moments of humanity in House Io . Syd had wept for days at what she had done.
Even now, she couldn't stop destroying Laertia's life.
Only after each but of memory was carefully, strenuously digested, rewritten to reduce the risk of the true Battalion emerging as much as possible, Syd had fully integrated it, both The Battalion, and what she had stolen from Syd in the silence of her ship. Her face shuddering as it all came back, twisting from The Reflection back to her original face.
Phyre's face.
Then she had made the journey to Fondor and sent out a telepathic call to Starlin Rand, eager to see the closest person she had to a son as herself fully for the first time in years. She could use his insight...
But she would not tell him of the situation between her and Nathan. That was between them. It was just too personal to involve anyone else.
Syd thought of all the things she would say. All the things she wanted to say.
All the things she should have said before her fatal error.
Perhaps she had said enough when she had finally mastered him.
Syd had thrown on her most reliable gear of all her armor, the golden yellow and blue catsuit she had used when guiding him initially. Except now he needed no guidance from her.
She was glad for that. From all accounts, he had put his knowledge to noble use, which was all she had ever asked of him.
She waited on a landing pad situated on a rooftop, The Scorched Earth nearby. As she waited for Starlin to show, she remembered she had bought a Tea Set and thought to set some up for them, so she went back, wanting to surprise him when she stepped off the ramp.
She headed aboard her ship to the galley, and had just started to approach the cupboard when something invisible and unsensed by the Force seized her face.
Syd snarled as a smirking copy of
The Amalgam
decloaked in front of her, this copy's body morphed to look like she was wearing a copy of the actual Amalgam's infamous Flesh Colored Catsuit. Pig like Squeals escaped Syd's throat, eyes rolling into her head as the flesh on her face shuddered as The Amalgam's fingers fused with Syd's face.
"I bet you're wondering..." The Amalgam sneered quietly as Syd's body began to shudder and bubble violently.
"How long was I aboard? Does it matter?" The Amalgam asked, throwing the full weight of her evil hive mind into killing and absorbing Syd, whose body shuddered and bubbled violently more and more...
"Mind over muscle." The Amalgam said quietly.
Syd's body stopped bubbling as Syd's hand seized the Amalgam's face.
"Not this time." Syd snarled, driving the Amalgam's absorption attempt back and beginning to reverse the process, her eyes returning to their normal position as she began to forcibly absorb a now flailing and shrieking Amalgam, whose flesh bubbled and melted violently as The Amalgam copy was forcibly absorbed through Syd's suit, fingers fusing to Amy's face, Syd's face bubbling between Hers and Amy's until the flesh and muscle was stripped off the Copy's skeleton, Syd's body bulging and deforming violently as she successfully forcibly absorbed and integrated a now subverted copy of the woman who had helped destroy Syd 's life at a distance. Her body turning fully into The Amalgam's for a split second before warping back to Syd's. It was the ultimate Feth You. Amy had no doubt spent weeks watching, waiting. It would have worked...the Copy was legit strong...had Syd not absorbed the Battalion, and The Reflection before that...
Syd placed a spell on the Copy's bones, intending to do something with them later as she gathered them and stored them away.
Then she went back to making tea for her and Starlin, having an artfully decorated tea set waiting for him with her at a folding table outside of her ship as she slowly, slowly digested Amy into her subconscious, beginning once more the laborious process of rewriting her in key areas...
Armed With: Herself
Objective: Reunite with
Starlin Rand
, explore potential of acquired Battalion form at combatting SithThe integration of the absorbed Battalion had been done piece meal. In Bytes, digested days apart from each other. Slowly, memories and knowledge filtered in. Memories of being Laertia's wife. Memories of her rare moments of humanity in House Io . Syd had wept for days at what she had done.
Even now, she couldn't stop destroying Laertia's life.
Only after each but of memory was carefully, strenuously digested, rewritten to reduce the risk of the true Battalion emerging as much as possible, Syd had fully integrated it, both The Battalion, and what she had stolen from Syd in the silence of her ship. Her face shuddering as it all came back, twisting from The Reflection back to her original face.
Phyre's face.
Then she had made the journey to Fondor and sent out a telepathic call to Starlin Rand, eager to see the closest person she had to a son as herself fully for the first time in years. She could use his insight...
But she would not tell him of the situation between her and Nathan. That was between them. It was just too personal to involve anyone else.
Syd thought of all the things she would say. All the things she wanted to say.
All the things she should have said before her fatal error.
Perhaps she had said enough when she had finally mastered him.
Syd had thrown on her most reliable gear of all her armor, the golden yellow and blue catsuit she had used when guiding him initially. Except now he needed no guidance from her.
She was glad for that. From all accounts, he had put his knowledge to noble use, which was all she had ever asked of him.
She waited on a landing pad situated on a rooftop, The Scorched Earth nearby. As she waited for Starlin to show, she remembered she had bought a Tea Set and thought to set some up for them, so she went back, wanting to surprise him when she stepped off the ramp.
She headed aboard her ship to the galley, and had just started to approach the cupboard when something invisible and unsensed by the Force seized her face.
Syd snarled as a smirking copy of
The Amalgam
decloaked in front of her, this copy's body morphed to look like she was wearing a copy of the actual Amalgam's infamous Flesh Colored Catsuit. Pig like Squeals escaped Syd's throat, eyes rolling into her head as the flesh on her face shuddered as The Amalgam's fingers fused with Syd's face."I bet you're wondering..." The Amalgam sneered quietly as Syd's body began to shudder and bubble violently.
"How long was I aboard? Does it matter?" The Amalgam asked, throwing the full weight of her evil hive mind into killing and absorbing Syd, whose body shuddered and bubbled violently more and more...
"Mind over muscle." The Amalgam said quietly.
Syd's body stopped bubbling as Syd's hand seized the Amalgam's face.
"Not this time." Syd snarled, driving the Amalgam's absorption attempt back and beginning to reverse the process, her eyes returning to their normal position as she began to forcibly absorb a now flailing and shrieking Amalgam, whose flesh bubbled and melted violently as The Amalgam copy was forcibly absorbed through Syd's suit, fingers fusing to Amy's face, Syd's face bubbling between Hers and Amy's until the flesh and muscle was stripped off the Copy's skeleton, Syd's body bulging and deforming violently as she successfully forcibly absorbed and integrated a now subverted copy of the woman who had helped destroy Syd 's life at a distance. Her body turning fully into The Amalgam's for a split second before warping back to Syd's. It was the ultimate Feth You. Amy had no doubt spent weeks watching, waiting. It would have worked...the Copy was legit strong...had Syd not absorbed the Battalion, and The Reflection before that...
Syd placed a spell on the Copy's bones, intending to do something with them later as she gathered them and stored them away.
Then she went back to making tea for her and Starlin, having an artfully decorated tea set waiting for him with her at a folding table outside of her ship as she slowly, slowly digested Amy into her subconscious, beginning once more the laborious process of rewriting her in key areas...
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