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Natalie Jayne Roser by Sophia Sinclair

Decided to do my Rp characters for the clue-niverse, They’re meant to be all together line in a lineup but I know how that goes so here they are in segments.

(Tried to get them to their right heights too)

Gonna do one more version of them as these characters then I’m not gonna do them as clue characters anymore. The next one will include their ‘back stories’.

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Operation Retrieval - 2

(Introducing Kashmira Deviyani - fc:Kangana Ranaut)

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Long, slim fingers traced the sharp edge of a flashing control panel and, for just a moment, Kashmira stopped to wonder how she got here.

It was her version of a Cinderella story when she had left dirt floors and straw roofs for the cool ceramic and sparkling silver steel of a dozen Cerberus laboratories. She hated everything about space and extra-planetary travel, but apparently, there was nowhere she wouldn’t go for the chance to solve a mystery. And her time with Cerberus had certainly never left her hungry for those – all those pesky, morally-grey areas aside.

With big brown eyes, open yet unfocused, memories temporarily replaced the dismal scene in front of her. Smells – deep spice mixes and tangy, acidic curries – were the distant and only memory remnants left of her own mother, but somehow, in the haze of years between her modest childhood and her Cerberus integration, Sophia Sinclair had become the closest thing to family.

“You have to go, Kash,” the older woman had once whispered with desperate blue eyes and firm hands as their latest home crumbled down around them.

Crisp, white lab coats were always her kind of ball gowns and the last set up she’d been in love with were both ruined, turning to ash in front of her. Literally, in the case of the coat. Sparks from a busted panel caught a sleeve and had things been a little less dire, she might have stopped to grieve. As awful as it sounded, eventually you got used to the sound of screams but the red emergency lights and droning, automated evacuation messages replaying through the lab’s speaker system had more than gotten under her skin.

“I can’t leave you here.”

“You must. There’s an evac shuttle off the intake bay. Some of the civies will meet you there.”

“How? Why? Come with me?”

The world got just a little brighter when Sophia smiled, taking them both back in time. These were questions they had always in common. Pale fingers brushed across one side of the young woman’s grief-stricken face in a comforting, almost motherly gesture.

“It’s too late for that,” Sophia murmured soberly in a tone that had a way of ending questions. “Don’t you worry about me. We do what we must,” she said with a confident nod and Kashmira almost believed it. “This is how we survive. But you need to go. Now. Last chance.”

One leg was caught in a small vice-grip, a sudden weight pulling her out of memories and back into the harsh reality of the now. Without thinking she bent, scooped up the small child, and pressed the little girl to her chest, whispering reassurances the way adults were supposed to do before a once-upon-a-time lab security guard, now turned life guard, came close enough to pass her off.

“Is that everyone?” Kash asked nobody in particular, eyes once again busy scanning the set of screens above the cool metal panel she couldn’t abandon. She wouldn’t look at the frightened collection of huddled humans on the elevator pad just past it. She couldn’t stand to see her fate written on their faces.

“Affirmative, Doctor,” came a monotonous, cold robotic voice. “All extraneous liveware loaded for release.”

Somewhere in the back of her overactive mind she made a mental note to tone down the frigid disinterest of the VI’s communication suite – if she lived that long. Calling people “liveware” just didn’t seem appropriate anymore.

“And our guests?”

“Intruder estimated time of arrival in one minute thirty seven point oh four seconds, Doctor. How would you like to proceed?”

She finally glanced over the small, straggling band of defectors and wrong-place/wrong-time civilians that collected on the elevator pad and let her small hand find the button to send them into the tunnels below the surface lab, and hopefully, to safety. Cerberus never just let things go and debts always needed to be repaid but she’d be double damned if anyone else had to suffer any more for her failures.

“X2, divert remaining station power and arm defensive systems.” It was a small kind of comfort that she sounded so sure of herself but, another part realized broodily that she did kind of like the independent living thing, however temporary her taste of freedom had been.

With a few quick keystrokes the many screens condensed into a large composite as the red-dirt haze of the world outside the lab came into view from a single camera looking out over the only access entrance. Hormones and chemicals buzzed inside her soft, organic body; a symphony of electrical impulses, each miniscule cell of her connected to another by invisible lightening as fear, anxiety, and a little bit of dizzying thrill overwhelmed her otherwise rational senses when the shadow of a moving figure appeared in one corner of the screen.

Parts of the Phoenix hard-shell had germinated in her imagination before ever making it into production and there was no mistaking the distinctively aerodynamic, yet structurally functional curving angles of the one black figure that stepped fully into the camera’s view. She knew every bit of tech in the pistol she looked into as the figure raised poised to shoot. And if there had been any lingering doubt about exactly who – or maybe what – was coming for her, the golden logo on his chest made it clear – just before the screen went dark.

The irony of an organization with a motto of “humanity first” using engineered, brain-hacked bio-monsters to hunt and destroy every sentient (and most importantly autonomous) form of life that knew their secrets wasn’t lost on her dry but present sense of humor.

“They’re not taking us without a fight,” she told X2, knowing full well that the bot didn’t possess the capacity to care.

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