Short Tempers, Short Memories

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The streaking silvers of stars had been passing her unmoving eyes for a long time now, and although the pattern seemed impossible to see, she had spotted it within seconds. The arrangement of stars almost perfectly aligned in order to give a fluctuating pattern, which repeated itself almost perfectly every 9 seconds or so. Her eyes were unfocused as they stared out of the screen ahead, the controls blinking periodically as she travelled at hyperspeed through the galaxy.
How did I even get to this position?
The answer was neither unknown nor evading her, and she knew just what had been going on before she left here. Leaving the facility, wandering around alone for several days. Then... then meeting up with Tango. Unexpected, probably bordering on suspicious, but that had no effect on what she was doing now.

The bank terminal had been extremely isolated for several hours, and although she hadn't been there for the entire several hours of its loneliness, she was the one who had taken the chance of hacking into the terminal. She needed answers, and she had a name. She had an area. She was surprisingly apt at hacking, though she wasn't doing a very good job of it that night, and had nearly locked herself out twice. Fingering her way through the lists of credit transactions from anything by the names of Green Meadows, she came upon only one mention. A woman called Myri. The human had taken a massive withdrawal of credits several days ago. Uniform investigated her bank details, finding she worked for Green Meadows. More than that, though, she found a second transaction of all remaining credits to have been taken out that day from Chandrila. Uniform was now tracking.

The computer system was blinking at her now, and she pulled to slow down the ship as she began leaving hyperspace. The stars shortened into their natural shapes, the gigantic planet appearing before her and the ship came back under her control. She checked the navigational equipment, all functional, before taking the ship down with some co ordinates for the Hanna City spaceport. It would take several minutes for her to breach atmosphere as she started the slow descent, but already the voice came up over her communications channel requesting proof of identification and landing intents.
"I'm transmitting my ship ID. I'm here on personal recreational intent." She lied smoothly, sending the codes through her system to the source of the message. She was feeling oddly still and calm at the moment. Not like when she set off.

It was at the spaceport on Mustafar. Lots of people around her. She was actually getting uncomfortable with the number of surrounding bodies as she passed through the entrance and began trying to find her way to the front desk to inquire about passage to Chandrila. Expensive, and not for at least another day, unless she wanted to go private. Not like she could even afford private. Or... we,, she could. In a way. And with that thought, she and her shaking hands and unfocused body, she made her way around looking for a side entrance - or exit - that would take her to the actual space docking stations. Her luck was with her, as although the first two she found were empty, the third had a ship on it that was recently landed, and the pilot stepping off the boarding ramp. She had approached him, wordlessly shooting him in the throat and taking his datapad with the ship information on it.
22 bullets.

The spaceport of Hanna city finally came into view as she pierced through the skies, bringing her ship into a good angle. Not exactly driving, but piloting was good too. She shrugged, knowing she could do this even if it wasn't her strong suit, and focused on bringing herself into dock at platform H19 with a very precise display of maneuvering, the landing legs resting carefully into the ground. She sighed, disengaging all computer systems and grabbing what little she actually had - namely her two guns and small sack of clothing and essentials. As much as she'd wanted to, she'd been forced to leave the airspeeder she'd 'acquired' on her first day of freedom behind on Mustafar. Now she had a different prerogative though. Now she was here to find Myri, and interrogate her about what she knew.

[Keilara]

Myri couldn't have imagined something good coming out of the disaster of Green Meadows, but standing in the midst of Hanna City, breathing in the air on the edge of the Silver Sea, she closed her eyes and allowed a smile to drift across her face.

Sure, it had probably been a little bit risky to withdraw all her credits but she had booked passage and then taken a trip to a planet far from Green Meadows and liquidated her accounts. She was far from the most important feather that Green Meadows needed to replace in its cap.

Slipping past a railing and out onto the beach, Myri flung out her arms and ran giggling towards the water. Yes, she could never return home. Yes, she could likely never see her mother again. Yes, she would have to return to the port and check out the ship she had just purchased, sign the papers on the home she had fallen in love with yesterday. But then, then she could start a new life. One free of Green Meadows, free of the life that she had discovered she had led. She could be wiser, less naive. Do proper medical and programming work. Do work that would make her mother and father proud.

Her feet hovered in the cool water and her toes squelched in the warm sand as the sun set in front of her. A warm breeze blew her hair and clothing. Turning she began to slowly walk along the water, the waves lapping at her ankles. So much had gone wrong, there was so much she had to atone for. If by some chance she had the opportunity to undo everything she had unknowingly done, she would do everything in her power,

"Anything in my power..."

To make it right again.

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The ship... it was abandoned. She had been lost in the crowd just minutes later. Taken nothing with her, and intending on leaving no indication of where she was going. Well that wasn't true, she had been smart enough to make sure she was carrying her trusty bag with some foodstuffs and her pistols in her belt. Sheathed with the safety on, of course. Didn't want it firing a bullet in her leg. Any bullets she had were concealed within the clips in each pistol. Room for 12 in each. One was full, one had just 10. A preference on her behalf in that the right pistol was fired more often. Not a problem in fights because she would fire both around the same amount. Single, easy killings she could manage though. Killing... killing that man. The one who's ship it was. It felt... she wasn't sure how it felt, just... It made her warm a little. Cold, but warm at the same time. And safe to know he was dead. And even... even like it was what she was supposed to do or something. As though shooting that blue haired young adult with the long, wavy, brown hair was a normal thing to do. An acceptable thing.

Filtering through the crowd, she calmly approached an information centre, her hands slipping across one of the data terminals. Her eyes kept casual observance around her as the fingers drifted from key to key, Myri Denive coming spelt out on the machine as she started scanning bank information. She slipped her datapad out of her bag, already several articles of information about this woman on it, and seeking to add to it from a closer source. The computer found the information she was looking for almost too easily, the location of the bank terminal that Myri had used coming up on the map, as well as the information that brought up a smile to Uniform's face. It always felt weird when the muscles contracted like that. She wasn't talking, but they were moving, and sometimes it made her mouth hurt a little, but it was worth it as the hotel information of her accommodation came up on the screen. Within walking distance in fact, and after copying that little investigation to her datapad she smoothly slipped it into her bag once more, deciding to walk the short distance to her target. Her guns clinking lightly against her belt.

[Keilara]

Myri smiled as she pushed open the curtains of the balcony windows, her barefeet squishing in the plush carpets of her second story home.

"My home..."

Letting out a girly squeal, she flung open a set of double doors leading out to the balcony and ran out, leaning over the railing and gazed out over Chandrila's Silver Sea.

It was a picture perfect scene. A young woman, braced leaning over a balcony in a flowing dressing gown. Her hair lightly stirred by the wind. The sea reeds surrounding her house, silver in the setting sun, rustled in the gentle breeze and Myri gave a contented sigh. It was like a dream come true. Her father had always pressed the importance of letting her funds mature, but looking the suitcase of maxed out credit chips in the closet Myri realized she had more money than she was likely to spend in her entire life time.

Stepping back into the house, she headed down into the kitchen to fix something for dinner. It was all perfect. No one could find her, nothing could go wrong. And with this space she could definitely figure out how to fix this mess she'd help make.

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Stepping cautiously into the front reception, the eyes of the desk clerk didn't even give her a second before they fell intimidatingly onto her. She froze in the doorway, waiting and watching back as though he were about to pounce on her with his skinny, prepubescent frame. Her hands wanted to reach for the guns at her belt and return the gaze with something a little more serious, but something told her that the idea was a bad one, and beside that her hands wouldn't move. He didn't speak for a few seconds, continuing to look at her in an accusatory way before shifting a little, making her take a step back as he talked.
"Hello Miss, can I help you?" Was that some sort of threat? No, she was being silly, of course he wasn't. What kind of stupid question was that? Stupid girl, no wonder she always felt so unhappy with herself. Always feeling useless, mainly because she was. For some reason her eye stung a little and she painfully dragged up an arm in order to present a palm against it to stop the tear ducts from releasing their salty liquids.

"I'm... I'm... I'm looking for someone. A Miss Myri Denive. I believe she's at this address." She felt sick. She actually felt the colour drain from her skin as though she was being stripped of her own flesh and replaced with an emptiness to signify her uselessness. Not worth skin, not allowed skin, she didn't know. The thoughts rushed about her head and irritated her brain to the point that she felt a twinge of pain inside her skull and grabbed a hand up to try and get at it. The clerk was over at the registers by now and looking through them to find their customer as Uniform wrestled with the burning pain of her brain. Why was her head hurting like this? Why did she feel so bad? Why couldn't she remember things? Why was she here? Why couldn't she think clearly? The questions only served to add to the swirling complex vortex of thoughts inside her head, and her relief only came when the clerk announced the room number that she was to travel to, dragging her body to the elevator and punching in the floor number with her fist.

[Keilara]

The moment her foot stepped foot on the downstairs landing Myri froze. Something was wrong. Nothing that she could see, but even a rabbit can sense a wolf long before it pounces and treads with caution.

She just knew somehow that there was something out of place in her new home and it terrified her. Something she knew and could recognize and yet was unable to put her finger on. A smell... a sight... a sound... A glint of light off hair, the sound of a patients breathing, the smell of Green Meadows...

Her eyes widened and her head jerked up, hand snapping over and hitting the light switch flooding the entire home with nearly blinding light. Light bright enough to lighten even the darkest of shadows.

A hand flew to Myri's chest and she backed into the wall. Uniform was sitting, curled into her sofa, staring at her. And she looked terrible. Myri could see the confusion in Uniform's face as she was sure Uniform could see the instant recognition in Myri's; as well as the terror. Trying to calm her breathing and approach the situation with calm Myri let out a strained and quiet giggle.

"Goodness Uniform. You scared me. How.... How did you find me?"

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It was dark when she got in. The room was unlit, except for the place where her target was. So she waited. Sat on the comfortable sofa. The sofa, it felt really nice, but she didn't like how smooth it was against her skin. It made her shiver, as if she'd been dipped into something cold. But she wasn't cold, her body didn't need to warm itself through vigorous movements, so why did she shiver? She didn't know. She wanted to, but no one would be able to tell her. Things made no sense. Footsteps could be heard, and Uniform looked up from her knees to see a figure block the door just as the lights came on. Judging by the contortions of her face, Myri was feeling a similar reaction to the man she had shot for a ship. Her right arm twitched a little at the memory, as though she'd pulled the trigger again. Her attention was forced back to the woman as she spoke, and... She said her name? Then how? How did she know her name? Uniform's eyes widened for a moment before barring shut, forcing all light out, stinging a little. She could feel some sort of liquid on the skin next to them. Tears, they were called.

Tears, they were associated with crying, and sadness. She wasn't sad, she just didn't know what was going on. So why was she crying if she wasn't sad? Sad people don't scream, but that was what she wanted to do. Her hands grabbed down and returned instantly with her weapons, the barrels locking onto Myri's head. Uniform quickly brought her legs out under her to stand, feeling herself a little shaky. Even her arms were, never mind her actual balance. She paused, looking at the woman in front of her. Moving steadily towards her with the guns facing as straight as possible. She opened her mouth, and found she had no ability to speak. This caused several exhausted gasps in itself before she managed to vibrate her voicebox, performing actual words.
"I... your bank details... But..." She pressed a palm against her forehead in frustration, then locking it back down on the woman. "Who ARE you? How do you know my name?"

[Keilara]

Myri looked at the other woman. Uniform wasn't much younger than Myri, but the years spent under control of the chip had left her with the emotional maturity of a child no more than four years old and that, Myri decided, would be the easiest way to deal with this. Uniform had always seemed a bit child-like to her and Myri had always been a bit of a mother hen.

Moving swiftly forward, taking a deep breath and swallowing bravely as she did so, Myri took advantage of the other girl's small breakdown and as the gun was brought to bear again lightly set her hand against Uniforms and pressed gently down, encouraging her to lower the gun.

"My name Uniform, is Myri Denive. I was your doctor at Green Meadows. I helped do what was done to you and I think I can help you fix it."

She hoped it would work. She really did. The last thing Myri needed, or wanted for that matter, was to end up laying on the floor with a blaster hole in her chest.

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Uniform watched, almost in slow motion, as the woman's hand began to make its way up towards her own. Fingers stretching towards her, reaching for her arm. She wanted to pull the trigger or something, something that would make her stop. Make her retract the arm and let Uniform feel in control here instead of the other way around. The fingers touched and she shivered, the hand jerking and dropping to the side, the gun falling to a skewered angle. Biting her lip, she drew up the other arm and pressed that barrel against the woman's chest too. She tensed her wrist, making them shake a little from the effort, but not as much as they had previously from the sheer confusion and fear she was feeling about this situation. She struggled to process what was being said to her, looking on several seconds after the speech had ended before recognising the meaning finally after a lot of effort and trying to talk, coughing at her first attempt.

"What do you mean you're my doctor? What have you done to me? Have you..." She paused considering what experiments could have been going on without her knowledge. Shivering she shook her head with her eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to know anymore, her eyes hurting now as much as her head was, the two of them providing her with a great pain that was not getting any worse. Allowing her hand to drop she felt slight relief from now being in danger of accidentally shooting this woman that apparently knew things, but her head was not any better. Stumbling back a few feet she took a few strained breaths before forcing her eyes back up to Myri, the effort almost too much.
"What have you done to me?"

[Keilara]

For a few terrifying seconds, Myri was sure that she would be shot by accident. The other woman, no really girl, looked awful and Myri watched with concern as she struggled to speak.

I did this to her... made her a child in a woman's body... how in the galaxy am I going to undo all the damage that's been done...

Stepping forward, Myri gently took Uniform by the arm and walked her back to the sofa, gently shoving her down and cautiously pulling the blasters from her hands, setting them on the coffee table.

"I'll be right back. You need some water and then I'll be willing to answer any questions you have to the best of my ability. Don't worry Uniform, I'll fix this somehow."

Turning, Myri rushed into the kitchen and made a small glass of ice water. She made her way back to Uniform and handed it to her, waiting for her to take a sip.

"Drink slowly."

Once the girl took a few sips, Myri sat down across from her and folded her hands into her lap.

"What would you like to know?"

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22 bullets...[/i]
The fingers on her hands felt heavy and cold, tight, a bead of sweat treading a course down her skin on her face, stimulating the receptor cells there and bringing her to conscious awareness of the great contrast between the warmth of her skin and the cool, piercing breeze fluttering in from the window. She tilted her wrist slightly, twisting and turning the barrel against the Myri's skin as she did. So simple, almost a cheating way of doing it. To just shoot and leave, not even think about it. Not consider the thoughts that would swarm around her head of all the 'what if...?' questions that would plague her. What if she held clues to Uniform's past? What if she could help her? Her legs tensed at Myri's hand reaching up to take hold of Uniform's. As soon as the fingers wrapped around she had the impulse to run away and either bolt through the door or take a leap from the balcony and climb her way down. Her legs didn't budge though, but the arm retracted rather fiercely as though the woman was dragging her towards her. The finger shook, fighting its urge to pull and hear that deliciously satisfying explosion that would send a smooth, perfect bullet spiraling through the air into soft flesh.

21 bullets...[/i]
The explosion had been just like the others she'd heard. Sent that shiver of intense excitement through her as the sound bounced around her skull, adrenaline surging into her fingertips which were now relaxing instead of contracting and becoming more engaged in preparing to fight. Her eyes drifted painfully past the figure of the woman ahead of her off to the path of the bullet, an invisible steam of disturbed air being forced apart by the projectile, surging out into the open window and to freedom, the smoking barrel resting over Myri's shoulder. The wide-eyed pain-shot eyes quickly developed into gathering pools of depression, the salty liquids irritating the sides of her eyes as they spilled over, tracing lines against her skin. She blinked, forcing the water out even faster, her mind fighting for control to try and handle what was going on. The first thing that exited her was simply her thoughts.
"21 bullets... 21... I... I missed, I need to be more accurate, conserve ammunition. 21... Don't... I don't, no... I mean, that shot..."

There were short pauses, or at least they felt short to her. A stutter that lasted several shaky breaths. A mind's thought that lingered for longer than it should. The same problems that came up over and over. She had fired, and now her guns had been taken from her, laid across the table. She had missed, and now she was placed on the sofa with the weapons so far out of reach of her. Her arms felt heavy and useless as she willed them to bridge the gap of a few feet to take up the weapon again, fingers twitching too late on the triggers that weren't responsive to them any more, tears still traversing the paths already built down her face, converging under her chin and dripping into her lap as she sat obediently for a few seconds, minutes, instants, days, hours, whatever. Finally she felt as though it were really too much effort to stay like that and just let herself fall down to the side on the sofa, pulling her knees up with her hands and, although she didn't rock physically, she felt almost as if the couch were moving around her. Swaying from side to side a little fearfully and tightening her grasp, but not bothering to move to save herself. She had missed, and it felt like she'd died.

[Keilara]

Myri watched as the young assassin became more and more hysterical. A silent hysteria, but hysteria none-the-less. It took all her effort not to reach over and brush the tears from Uniform's cheeks and pull her into a hug. Slowly but surely the innocent assassin was causing a maternal feeling to well up inside Myri.

But she still could not bring herself to move to the girls' side. Not until Uniform curled up into a ball on the sofa and remained motionless did Myri move.

Something had to be done.

"Uniform..." Myri hesitated a moment and then quickly moved to the sofa, settling herself on the arm rest and lightly setting her hand on Uniforms' head.

"It's okay. I promise. What you're going through is simply a side-effect of what was done to you at Green Meadows."

Her fingers slipped through the girls' hair, brushing it soothingly back from her face. "It will be alright. You just have to adjust. What you are likely experiencing is sudden rushes of something called emotion."

Her hand continued to lightly and gently stroke Uniform's hair as Myri pondered the best way to explain emotions to someone with less understanding of them than a child, but the knowledge of everything else in the world.

"Emotions are caused by the release of chemicals in the brain. Certain stimuli in the world cause different reactions in our brains... different chemicals are released in response to these reactions and stimuli and those chemicals form what most people recognize as emotions. These..." Her finger gently stroked down a tear stain. "Are called tears. They are a perfectly normal reaction to many stimuli."

Myri returned her hand to Uniform's hair and continued stroking, her voice continuing low and soft. "What has unfortunately happened to you and everyone else at Green Meadows that you worked with is that you were not allowed to feel emotions. That part of your brain was turned off early in your childhood and now it's been turned back on again. It's a wonderful thing, but the problem is that your brain doesn't know how many chemicals to release at a time so you either feel too much or too little and it will be a long while until that is sorted out."

Reaching over with her free hand Myri grabbed the glass of water, holding it and swirling it, watching as the ice spun around the glass.

"All I can tell you is that it will get better and that I am committed to helping every last one of you survive this."

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Huddling up into herself she began to feel the cold shivers unrelated to temperature ebb away, and a physical heat from her compressed body overtake her, warming her as she lay there, making her feel safe. Right up until the hand rested on her head and send a frozen shiver back down Uniform's spine, rendering her afraid to move as the hand glided across her head. Green Meadows? What happened there? Emotions? What are they? [/i]The thoughts bombarded her as fiercely and harshly as the touches of the woman found their way moving backwards through her hair, feeling just as bad each time they pulled at her and she shook when they returned for more. There was now explanations of a definition and theory behind how emotions worked, and talk of the others that Uniform knew at Green Meadows. Something irritated her though, but it was a thought stored in memory as the hand that had remained at a safe distance of the top of her head dropped down and wiped across her face near her eye, with Uniform firing off a fearful high-pitched squeal.

Once Myri was finished talking fully she lay there for several seconds before earning up the ability to speak again, almost silently.
"What do you mean by 'worked with'? And how are you going to help? Why?" The questions came in a greater number than she had anticipated and she fell silent again after speaking in an uncomfortable manner of not wanting to change her current posture in the slightest for fear of never returning to any sort of safe, warm place ever again. Gripping into her hands harshly she dug her fingers into her palms, the digging sensation helping her to manage as she biting feeling passed through her palm towards her wrist. She held it there before relaxing her hand a little and pulling the fingers away, large grooves from her nails embedded in the marked skin which tingled after being released. There was no more touch coming from the woman now as she continued to lay there, her guns too far out of reach for her. She still had those things... tears.

[Keilara]

Myri sighed and clasped her hands in her lap uncertain what to do. Stroking Uniforms hair had seemed to pain the girl and the last thing Myri wanted to do was cause more anxiety and pain for the younger woman.

Sitting there next to the girl she listened to her questions and tried to choose the best way to answer without frightening her. She bit her lip, struggling to find the right words to explain how this all worked, at least from the little Myri had gleaned when she frantically swept through the computer database for information on the program.

"I can't tell you everything, but I can tell you what I know. There were 26 patients. Each of you named after a "call sign" or letter of the alphabet turned into a word used in code. A was Alpha, N was November, and you are U for Uniform. You were each given your call sign when you were brought to the facility. I'm only a few years older than you so I'm not sure when they picked you up or even at what age. Each of you is trained in a form of combat, and each of you is a lethal assassin."

Myri dropped her head a little staring at her hands.

"I-I didn't know. I was told when they hired me that I would be in charge of regulating a chip that helped people with severe mental disabilities deal with their extremes of emotion. What I was not told is that the chip also erased memories and completely controlled emotion related chemical output. You felt nothing but what you were told to feel by someone in charge of you."

Standing, Myri wandered to a nearby window and pulled aside a curtain, staring out across the dark water.

"If you found me it means others can find me and you with me. We'll have to leave here Uniform. I'm not sure if I can fix you, but there isn't a person in the galaxy that knows the RELIC chip the way I do. If anyone can help you, I can."

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The touch... the feeling of the hand stroking across her head. It had been terrifying, and now it was gone, but the sensation in her body wasn't going with it. The tight, aching she felt down the the bones that structured her anatomy made her mind feel it was writhing in pain. There was silence. Terrible, endless silence and if it were not for the sound of breathing and the feeling of the displaced areas of the sofa, Uniform would have been questioning whether the woman had simply left without her knowledge. Her fingers folded within her hands, forming protective fists that wrapped into herself and shielded per partially from the outside world. The painful world. She had came here demanding answers, composed, fixated, focused, with an organised agenda that did not include this. Did not include laying on the sofa doing... well, whatever it was she was doing. She didn't know anymore. Hadn't know for as long as she could really remember. All the time and events that had occurred since she had arrived at the place seemed to have been bundled into one continuous timeline that she could not interpret nor remember, and the chronological order was iffy at best. Hours? No, she could not have been her for hours. But it felt longer.

Now there was talk, and something stirred inside Uniform that made her feel lighter just hearing someone speak and break the death that had enshrouded the room. She informed the girl of patients, and that meant a hospital, and that meant doctors. She had known doctors, and she knew of 25 other people that she used to spend a lot of time with. Time. Time was everywhere now, and she thought back to the classrooms and training exercises. Running or studying, there were always others there, and it was only ever 25 at most. No more. The others were doctors, or people in big, expensive suits that didn't have names. 25, yes. But she had 21. No, wait... that was different. 25 other patients, males and females. All... patients? And her, she was a patient too? She had never felt sick as far as she could remember until she had removed herself from the place and now she didn't know what was going on. Alpha, yes she remembered Alpha. And Tango. But... Faces, they were all she could grasp at. Not names. She never worked with many of the group, she was more solitary.

She wanted to scream that she wasn't an assassin the second the words had left Myri's lips. As far as she knew she was a special operations recruit who had undergone enhanced training. It made no sense that she was an assassin, otherwise she would have killed people.

She... she had killed people...

That man at the spaceport, he had been killed just because he was in the way. Because she wanted what he had. She'd even turned up here and killed this woman. No, that made no sense... it was... it was just with the resolve to kill. 21. 21 bullets. That meant that three had been fired. One took the life of the man of whom she acquired her ship from. One had missed Myri and travelled into the air outside and out of her range of view. That left one unaccounted for that she could not remember firing. Had that bullet been embedded in another body? Taken the life of another innocent man? A woman? Child? Thinking back all she could recall, no recollection of firing another slug came to memory, and there was some sort of blighted transition between loading her guns with 24, and finding herself in a cave with 23. The not knowing drilled at her mind painfully and her muscles contracted more, fingernails embedding into skin to try and dig the memories out into the open. She didn't even bother listening properly to the second round of speech that the woman had thrown at her, her body concentrated on her own self loathing.

More... more would be able to find Myri. Find them both even perhaps. They could probably even track her with the chip, she had no idea. But then... this woman claimed to be a master of the chip, then how did she get away without being followed? What was she trying to offer here? Uniform had no idea, but there was a consistent thought in her mind claiming there were more lies hiding behind these words. More lies, but she didn't want to believe that. Wanted to remain in the faltering knowledge that maybe this woman was right and that they could get away. Then what? This woman would have her own private... assassin... the words stung her mind like a sharp needle. Yes, her own killing machine to manipulate freely because, as she had picked up on, she had some sort of mental disability and the chip was not fixing it anymore. Her eyes flicked to the guns. There was a solution. One more bullet and it'd round things off to a good 20. She had often liked numbers like 20. Factored into 1, 2, 4, 5, 10, 20. It's square was 400, cube was 8000.

"Leave?" It had been intended as just a thought, and now the youngest assassin found herself questioning the desire of this scientifically-minded woman to abandon this address and move somewhere. Where to, she had no idea, and maybe that was why she had asked, or at least queried with the intent on internal consideration. She didn't want to leave really. The air here was nice and not as thick as where she had left, and it was a nice apartment. If they left, they'd have to go from place to place and live on the run. It didn't sound like a life at all. Those guns looked a lot more appealing now already.
What about the others?
Others?
Alpha? Tango? They'll be hunted too.
They can manage, they're better than I am.[/color]
Pause.
And Myri?[/i] She would have looked at the woman, but she was facing the other way. Clearly no common sense when it came to bank details. It would be just a matter of time before she was killed.
Not my problem.
If what she says is true, then you owe her.
If...
If.[/i]
Pause.
Fine.[/i]

[Keilara]

Dropping the curtain back across the window, the young computer scientist began to pace back and forth across her living room.

"Yes leave... I-I have a ship, though I paid for it out of my credits. A-After I had withdrawn them, so I don't think there is a way for it to be traced..."

She continued to pace and then stopped suddenly with a soft exclamation.

"I know! We can give you a normal name and have you buy the ship from me with my own credits. That way I will no longer be the owner, no one will. We could even maybe find a dead person with a name you can steal..."

Her voice trailed off and she began to pace again, muttering to herself.

"But if we leave here, how will the others find us... but we dont' want all of them to find us... need to come up with some way to leave a trail... make places..Safehouses.. safehouses for the others to head towards where they can contact us and have us pick them up...But how to be sure they are safe to pick up... 26 assassins..."

Lost in her own world of planning and coordinating, Myri continued to mutter as she climbed back up the stairs to her bedroom and pulled out her suitcases from the closet.

"So much to plan.. so much to plan.."

[Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm]

Uniform pulled herself up into a half sitting, half laying position on the furniture long after Myri had abandoned her to go upstairs. Myri had said she owned a ship, and that meant that they had a way off this planet. Well, two ways, there was always she ship that Uniform had. Wherever it was, somewhere, docked in that spaceport she had landed in. She still had the owner details from the man she'd killed for that ship, actually, and she shifted, feeling the information of the dead owner press against her side as sharply as the bullet she'd embedded into his bones. A normal name, though? Wasn't Uniform a normal name? And no... not 26 assassins, 25. Uniform didn't want to be an assassin anymore. She just wanted to... to stop. Stop being a tool of death and be more of a... more of a person. If that was going to ever be possible, she doubted it. Killers don't get to live normal lives, they end up being chased eventually and then shot in the back of the head with a bullet, just like the ones chambered in the guns on the table.

Pushing herself forward now she took hold of her guns, one in each hand, and drew the barrel of one up beneath her chin. This would be a very easy way out, a way of just stopping and ending it all. Pull the trigger, end the suffering. Decorate the room with crimson life essence and remove a great enigma and problem from the world. Her finger hovered over the trigger momentarily before the hand snapped it away, throwing the gun into the table and making a loud clang sound. So close to pulling that trigger and wiping out her flickering flame. Her head fell into her hands in despair, not knowing what she was or what she wanted any more, and not knowing where to go or what to do now that she was alone again.