Setting: Research facility Iota
Standard Run on rules apply.
*Camp Dall’ra is a soon-to-be main military base of the K.U.D.F.
Camp Dall’ra *
Doctor Arriana Axios, lead researcher on Project Dejarik and head of Facility Iota, walked through the heavily lit hallways. The stylus between her fingers seemed to move at unbelievable speeds, checking report after report her subordinates regularly left for her.
“Psych eval. Check. Medical exam. check. Blood scan. Check. Cybernetics…” she stopped dead in her tracks. “Where are my cybernetics?!” she asked the thin air and grumbled under her breath, speeding with intent towards the main lab.
Lu’aisha Gresee, Knight of the Order and doctor by trade, turned around as the sound of the doors startled her from her trance. Her position in the facility was one of an advisory capacity, though her duties were tied to Echo-1 and his developing skills in the Force. She observed the same reports as the doctor had, and seemed to notice the same issue.
“We seem to be missing the cyber…” she didn’t even finish when Arriana took the comm from the table and nearly screamed into it.
“Damn it, Kyran!” in the next room a young Mon Calamari, covered head to toe in a lab coat, suddenly looked their way with a confused expression on his face - or what seemed to be one.
“I told you to submit your cybernetic scans before the rest. How am I supposed to know why they have blood poisoning unless I have all the results?” The young Mon Cal’s expression changed to shock as he furiously searched his own console for the results.
“I don’t see mention of blood poisoning.” Lu’aisha exclaimed, confused.
“There is none. He’ll be doing that for another ten minutes.” Arriana replied, an annoyed but harmless look on her face. “How’re they doing?” she asked, focusing finally on her work.
“Well, I should say. Very well.” Lu’aisha smiled as both of them observed the individual behind the glass wall. He towered over the research team working around him - most barely reached the top of his chest. With arms extended and connector spikes protruding from his extremities and back, Echo-1 - also known as Kintan Strider - remained stoic as ever. This was part of the daily routine until the researchers discovered the secrets his body-modifications still held. Most of the data was already researched well enough to sign him off for normal duty, but every-so-often he had to return to the lab for a regular check-up. As the three or four scientists in his room scurried away, their job finished, Echo-1 observed the tinted glass in front of him become fully transparent, revealing the two doctors behind it.
“Doctor Axios, Master Gresee. Good morning.” he said immediately without a trickle of emotion. It was a reflex he had developed over the years, more than anything else. He looked straight ahead, as if he stood at attention, though the connector spikes didn’t allow for any movement. An aura of discipline and military stoicism surrounded him.
“At ease, Kintan.” Arriana said and he finally looked at them, easing his stern glare. Lu’aisha noticed the absolute obedience he seemed to show the doctor - a sort of bond seemed to develop between them.
Finally the spikes disconnected and released Echo-1 from his restraints. “Feeling well?” Arriana asked, not even looking at the subject, but observing some medical read-outs on her console.
“As ever, ma’am.” he replied with an even voice, standing “at ease” until dismissed.
“Excellent. Get dressed and meet us in my office.” Arriana said with a smile, finally looking him in the eye “You seem to have some guests on the way.”
“Yes, ma’am.” he saluted both women before dressing himself and leaving the cramped lab. Outside the door, Jedi Knight and medical specialist Lu’aisha Gresee waited for him, medical datapad in hand. He paused.
“Master Gresee? Were you waiting for me?” he asked, almost managing a smile, just barely visible under his gruff visage.
“I am neither a Master of the Order, nor your Master, so you don’t have to call me that.” she replied, as she always did when he called her by that honorific. They started walking towards the office, on the other side of the facility.
“That may be so, but you are still my superior in the Order. It is my duty to show you respect.” he replied, as if addressing a superior officer rather than a fellow Jedi.
“Yes well, I don’t know about that, but we are Jedi first and soldiers second.” she answered, looking at his reaction the whole time. He seemed to flinch. The usual, she noted. The rest of the short walk continued is silence. Before long they were at the door of the doctor’s office, and as always Echo-1 gave right of way to Lu’aisha. As they both entered the cramped room - full of research notes, datapads and half-eaten sandwiches - they noticed two more individuals inside. A tall man with slightly pale skin and shoulder-length light brown hair. He sported a full beard, neatly trimmed and combed. The other was a Togruta female, purple of skin, with white highlights. They both wore the robes of the Order, and bowed slightly as Lu’aisha and Echo entered the room.
“Kintan, this is Master A’lora Kituri and Master Mar Sûl. They have come to inspect our facility and talk to you.” Arriana said with a slight tip of annoyance, barely registered by anyone except Echo, who knew the doctor all too well.
“Masters. I know of you, but I haven’t had the pleasure.” he saluted with a swift motion, staying at ease in front of them.
“Echo-1. May I call you by your given name?” A’lora asked politely.
“I have none.” a short, simple and even reply followed. The two Masters looked at each other in confusion.
“What then may we call you?” Mar asked, curiously.
“They call me…Kintan.”