Hatu finally turned to focus on Cyrene, who had approached him earlier about a recharging station.
"Well now, I believe you are the bioandroid I was briefed on. Hm, yes, your recharge station is in my technical laboratory." Hatu gestured to the door.
Close enough. I wonder just how much he knows about me... Cyrene pondered quietly, returning his gaze. "Very well. I suppose I'm putting myself in your hands, then." She answered plainly, as she stepped through the doorway.
As Hatu followed her out, the Technical Consultant began to bring Cyrenes file up in on his torsocomputer. Mmm... she's an interesting one, her body is almost 90% tech... Hatu looked on as he followed along, and soon came upon her background which had a large [RESTRICTED] programed over the words. What's this? Is there more to to this attractive cyborg than meets the eye?
"So, Cyrene, what would warrant such a full-body conversion?" Hatu asked her, setting the window of her profile out of the way of his vision.
"There was an incident during the Battle of Nepleslia..." Cyrene explained, rubbing the side of her neck with her right hand. It was an uncomfortable memory, one that she personally had hoped to forget. "... and there was very little left of me at the end, just enough to put back together. The pain was like something was pouring lava through every nerve in most of my body."
If she's so open about this information... then why is it so classified? Mmm, there must be more to it. "Terrible, you have my sympathies for suffering, and my respect for surviving." Hatu said eloquently. "Hmm, but why were you thrown in our squad at the last second before the mission?" asked Hatu.
"One of superiors felt that the initiates needed assistance. I was losing my edge in full squad operations after some time in one and two-man missions, so accepted the opportunity." The cyborg answered, sighing a little. "But we can both tell how successful that was."
"Perhaps you need a tune-up?" Hatu said, hoping for a chance to see what made her tick.
Cryene pondered this for a moment, holding her hand to her synthflesh-covered chin. "I might consider that, but I've just received full repairs and propper calibration would also require tinkering with my braincase, which is an operation that only a few specialists in this facility are cleared to do." She replied, glancing around the room. "Which unit is my recharging station?"
"That one, they tore down my damn wall just to put it in, at your request, we can have it placed in the barracks at a later time. I'll probably just stick a filing computer there or something other." Hatu said passively, giving the indention in his wall an annoyed look.
The indention itself was wide and tall to comfortable rest a single person on a bed. The recharge station itself was comfy looking bed with wires and such strewn all over it.
"Understood." Cyrene nodded, stepping over to the station. She noted the wires on the bed, and figuring it would be easier to connect with it without obstructions, began stripping down, stopping at a green tank top and a pair of black boyshort panties. The young Veles didn't particularly feel any shame over remving her garments in front of Hatu, but disliked the slight chill she felt. She glanced at her arms and began sorting through the wires, making sure to coordinate each wire with each dimly glowing circle and line on her skin.
"Your architecture is... impressive..." Hatu said with a little admiration in his voice.
The blue lines crossing Cyrene's skin glowed a little more brightly, with dim, luminescent waves ebbhing across them. The cyborg was unsure what that statement meant to her, or of how to answer it, but her body had, for some reason formulated a reply to her. It was frustrating at times.
Hatu watched as Cyrene's body lit up from the compliments. NOTE: Body lights with emotion. Hatu added this to his memory core. He then looked her up and down. "Is your body modeled after your original form?" Hatu asked, tilting his head.
"Essentially. Certain modifcations made to take a few years of growth that were going to be lost into account." Cyrene answered, laying down on the bed. She began to insert the endings of the wires into precise locations across her body, through the synthflesh. The punctures tightenned as her internal repair systems attempted to seal the breaches in her artificial skin.
Hatu put a hand on his chin, and gave Cyrene a more sincere look. "Strange... How technology enhances natural beauty..." Hatu said, almost unknowingly to himself.
The lines bagan to glow a little more wildly. "Eh?" Cyrene said, perking her head to the side as she connected the last of the wires. The thought of her being beautiful, or anything for that matter had never been drilled into her by peers. Her education had always focused on more prgamatic matters, so Hatu's words had only left her more conflicted and unsure on how to really feel about it.
"Mmm, I see, you are... confused? Yes, that face is surely of confusion... You've never been called, 'beautiful'?" Hatu asked, his red eyes glowed with intensity, and a grin was evident on his face.
"In the context of my body? Well... no... not until now." Cyrene replied, lowering her gaze. "There was one other time that was close, but it was a long time ago..." She said somewhat wistfully, her voice hinted with a sense of longing and nostalgia.
"Mmmm, I'm surprised, perhaps it's because of your status." Hatu tilted his head the other way, his brow arching high over his red eye.
"My father, you mean?" Cyrene asked quietly, glancing back up.
"Mmm, they may feeled threatened by your... Classified status." Hatu nodded.
"There is a reason for the imposition of that status on me." Cyrene said, her finely featured face losing some of the uncertain expression it had held before.
Instantly, Hatu's arm pivoted on the elbow and shot a finger into the air. "A reason I wish not to, else I come to my own demise." Hatu chuckled, his arm came back down to rest. "That doesn't change my opinion of you, though. I can safely say that you may be a dark angel among this hell of demonic evils. Beautiful, yet with hidden gadgetry that would cause destruction of untold porportions." Hatu said with a rather devilous grin on his face.
"Well... thank you..." Luminous waves traced down each line again. Cyrene crossed her arms beneath her bust as luminous waves traced down each line again, though it was less intense than before. "Do you have a blanket in the room? I dislike the cold..."
Hatu's face curled down into a smirk. She really expects me to fetch me her a blanket? Fah! She can freeze for all I care. Though, while Hatu was doing this, his own body moved as if it had a mind of its own to the towels used for cleaning up messes, they were thick and fairly absorbant.
W-...What the hell did I just do. thought Hatu as he suddenly realised the thick, body-sized towel in his hands. He walked over while he tried to comtemplate why he went for it and then draped it over Cyrene. "Here... I..." Hatu cleared his throat, "Sleep... er... well."
"Thank you... Lieutenant Chiaki." Cyrene said, a small smile forming on her lips. The initiate turned onto her side and shut her eyes, quickly falling asleep, her breathing a silent, slightly mechanical whisp.
Hatu was a little shaky, very unsure of what just came over him. His face was in a twist surprise, disgust, and confusion, his red eyes flaring intensely. Finally, he broke his stance and quickly exited the Tech Lab to return to his barracks.
