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Ghods Charles al'Demichase XIV

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L O C A T I O N : OMICRON LOST SYSTEM, MOROS ORBIT

High above Planet Moros, a home to the Vagrants, a lone Kusari Large Transport hung. It was dormant, in a way. Lighting, combat shielding, and most other functions were disabled. Inside, a series of circuitry with an alien design had replaced the position of a crew, and, at a table in the starboard section, Ghods was modifying himself and his suit. He felt the stare of the child he'd kidnapped on him, which wasn't exactly surprising. His arm was cut open so that he could add miniature tesla coils to his nervous system. He'd seen something in an old-age video, and he wanted to recreate it. No doubt this would be a weird experience for that child.

Netsakh decided it was time to do something useful. They'd flown across half the Sirius sector with next to no information, acting on their bearers incoherent whims. She reached into the child's mind, searching for information that hadn't been removed in the personality purge. Most of it was shattered, possibly because the child herself didn't realize it. Netsakh took the easiest approach to that end. "Can you speak?" The child looked bewildered, then lightly touched her throat.
"Y-yes, I can."
"What's your name?" Once again, a look of astonishment.
"Crystal, I think."
"Very well, then, Crystal. What all do you remember?" She sat and thought about this for a while.
"I remember a blue sky... and a red one. There was a lot of dirt with the red sky. I don't remember anything more than that..."

The loud crackle of electricity arcing caught both of their attentions. Her bearer had succeeded in what he was trying to do. Electricity was arcing from his hands to the table. He silently called for Netsakh's assistance, and so she responded. Together, they etched the K'Vosh character for "Willpower" into the table, Ghods generating the electricity, and Netsakh controlling where it struck telekinetically. He seemed satisfied with his work, and immediately cut his arm back open and began removing the components. He sensed the inquisitive looks of both of them, and said "Just because something is interesting doesn't mean its practical or even useful."

Conceding the point, Netsakh returned her attention to the child. "This blue sky. What, if anything, do you know about it?"
"It was blue." Netsakh was more than unimpressed with this answer. "I think it was home", she added.
Ghods stood up, finished with his surgeries."Due to a series of circumstances, you're a Demichase now. Your home is wherever you are, and your duty is the greater good. Your past doesn't matter, because the past will never be the present ever again." The look on his face was strange. He seemed to be conflicted. He then smiled, which is even further from his normal set of expressions. "Congratulations on your adoption, and welcome to my bloodline."

Ghods had thought that the child couldn't speak for the short time he'd had her. He'd also never had a need for her to talk, Netsakh's telepathy bridging any kind of communication gap. He'd found answers to pressing matters, procuring food and water from stations and planets as he'd gone. Now he needed to make this child useful. Everything must be an upward trend. If not, it was another failure in a list he hoped to stop expanding. "Now, as a Demichase, you're going to learn how to fight. You must always be able to carry your own weight, and not rely on others." She nodded her head sharply. He wasn't sure what exactly she saw him as, but he decided it didn't matter right now. "Over on that console, you'll see a manifest of the materials on this ship, along with an option that says "deliver to quarters". Pick a crate of ship hull plates in the color you want, along with a crate of Bio-Neural Arrays, Bio-Neural Processors, Optical Chips, Sorted Optronics, and Robotic Hardware"
"Uh, why do you need whole crates?"
"I don't. However, once they're opened, we can't sell them."
"What are you going to do with them?"
"Improve you."

He wasn't trying to intimidate her, per se. However, in this universe, it will always be the strong who survive. She needs to get over any sub-optimal tendencies early, fear being one of those. Since another of those was weakness, he was going to give her some of the same modifications he had. Fortunately, he'd learned a few of the technologies of Netsakh's kind. He wouldn't make the same mistakes that he'd made before.

. . . TO BE CONTINUED . . .

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