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Lara Grove

Currently posing as a particularly tall Terran woman and under the name, Lauren Grove.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Prose, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Grove, Anna-Marie
Alias: Lara Grove, Rachel Groveshkna, Lauren Grove (Current).
Species: Human/Capsuleer
Race: Azrick
True Age: 71 Terran Years Total
Apparent Age: 28 Terran Years
Gender: Female
Eye/Hair Color: Blue/Brown
Nationality: UCON
Faction Allegiance: N/A. Outlawed by UCON. Known Association with Oriyaks and the SSOR.
Rank: Civilian
Skills: Pilot with the ability to be reincarnated into drone bodies.
Occupation: Capsuleer/Star Ship Pilot/Arms Smuggler

Considering the theoretical and completely experimental nature of the Conductor system, another technology was required to provide an edge in terms of sustainability and survivability of test subjects. Without further procrastination, the "Capsuleer" technology was introduced after the combination of Aschen and Coalition computers.

Created from a batch of clones and grown to the exact replication of the subject, cloning and successful synthesis of test subjects were created to supply the Conductor program with exact, precise subjects to provide testing and improvement to the system. When one subject would die in whatever accident occurred during testing, a supercomputer rigged to a nearby sub-light frame would use an array of sensors including (but not limited to) thermal, gravimetric, electromagnetic, electronic, optical and neutronic sensors to take a "picture" of the subjects brain at the exact state before termination. Transferred through the sub-light array to a location in Yggradisil Fields, the picture will then be read by another supercomputer and then transferred through a nueral link into the unactivated clone. Following the transfer, nano-machines fifty times smaller than a single bacteria activated in specific pathways within the subject's brain reattach neural links and construct any unregistered pathways to recreate the existence of the brain to the exact moment of termination ... in another body.

Subjects are often Scatterran males exhibiting sufficient ability to interact with their environment and often pass the Counter Balance-administered RADOS Clearance Testing.

Personal Relations:
Maternal: Una Grove/Deceased
Paternal: Markus Grove/Deceased
Sibling(s): Unknown/Deceased
Romantic: Mathe, Silas/Husband/Deceased, Sheffield, Marcus/Alive.
Weapons Preference: Pistol/Rifle Combination

Physical Description:
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 148lbs
Physical Build: Muscular
Hairstyle: Straight, Parted to the Right.
Hair Length: Shoulder Length
Discerning Facial Hair: N/A
Discerning Scars or Physical Deformities: N/A
Discerning Tattoos: N/A
Discerning Augments/Replacements: The only noticeable augments on Grove's body are the tell-tale signs of being a Capsuleer created by UCON: the technical ports that line her spine and the largest one which rests at the nape of her neck which allow her to "hook up" to any available and/or compatible starship or information line, directly.

Biography: For many, biographies are sweet and simple. One life does not even breach the notion of difficult when it comes to describing the experiences had and shared. But for Grove the same cannot be said. Thus far the Capsuleer has lived four previous lives due to her unique quality.

In the First, "Lara Grove" was not who she has named herself to this day. In this life the woman was known as Anna-Marie. She was raised in a military family whose loyalties had always laid with UCON in a fierce manner. And when the time came, Anna too decided to serve but in a way that was very controversial. Anna-Marie became one of the First Generation of Capsuleers, humans that were altered genetically to be able to escape the grasps of death. This program was designed to be for those wealthy enough to afford an ability that would allow them to live several lives through the use of computer science, and genetic science.

Due to the nature of the program, Anna-Marie was not able to enlist in the regular or special military however when the option was presented to her as she originally intented. Many candidates in her research group were deemed "unfit for duty" and had gone insane when puberty approached. "Project Lazarus" in its first stages was incomplete and had failed it first trial. Anna, though, survived and remained one of the handful of study targets that surfaced on the other side unscathed. Her and the others were the only reason the program continued and has continued use. Anna-Marie was an icon for "Project Lazarus" and a poster child for the remainder of First Cycle.

On an unfortunate evening during a conference for a second trial for the program, Anna-Marie experienced her first death. Many had shown up for the event, either to support the idea of people being "copied and pasted" into clone bodies or to protest the "grotesque abominations". Anna was shot standing proudly on the stage with her husband, Silas, and murdered in cold blood by one of the protestors. Neither survived the affair, but Anna-Marie was reborn in a crude fashion into a new cloned body when her translight signal was sent to copy, save, and download. This single act was what made "Project Lazarus" highly successful and a few men extremely rich. Still to this day, many believe in the controversy that the entire event was setup in order to shed light on how "Project Lazarus" could be beneficial to UCON as a whole.

After six months of rehabilitation and a new identity formed, Anna-Marie clung very desperately to her sanity. Wishing to escape the harsh reality of her former life, the Capsuleer changed her name to Lara Grove and signed up to due what she was created to do: fly space craft. Lara instantly fell in love with her training, and would continue on piloting through each of her lives. It wasn't until her Third Cycle that Lara did something unexpected. The events which unfolded to lead her to the present moment made her an outcast to UCON, marked forever a traitor and outlaw, exiled from her birth space nation, and forced her to the farthest outreaches of the known Milky Way Galaxy. The question of if Lara regrets risking open war with the Aschen Federation, destroying one of their most prestigious star ships, and affiliating with the SSOR and notorious persons of various factions is an answer known only to her.

Persona: Simply put, Lara is Lara. She is and always will be human to a degree. The Capsuleer tends to still with her gut instinct instead of listening to rational reasoning. Her emotions range widely with each situation presented to her from one extreme to the next. One could say that Lara is head strong, speaks her opinions, and does whatever it takes to complete a mission even if it means she has to give up her life. The woman can be a bit manipulative and cunning to a degree but is not always successful. If seduction tactics do not work, currency is the language that all xeno-species speak, and money is something that she has rarely ever had to worry about being a Capsuleer; one of the rare who can pilot star ships like no normal human being can.

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Lara Grove's Story

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A chuckle escaped Grove's lips. She couldn't help it. It was almost pathetic to see how drunk Ari was but so amusing at the same time for the Capsleer. What was even more ironic was the fact that usually Grove was the one that was more shit-faced than the other woman. So this is how it looks from the other side, she commented silently to herself. With a slight shift of her weight, Grove noticed the subtle movements of the door behind Ari and felt as if something very bad, but very hilarious was about to take place. Being a bit of a mischief maker, Grove decided to stall the woman until the door finally gave out from beneath Ari.

"Well, then Happy Birthday, Ari," Grove said in a cheerful tone which was polar opposite of her earlier tone. She even plastered that familiar grin across her lips. "I see you haven't changed too much. That's good. I don't deal with change too well. I like things to stay the same while I am gone, especially when it concerns friends," the woman said.

"Man, I haven't seen you since ... since," Grove paused for a half-second," I bought my Oriyak, Hadden, and you got your boyfriend—that Red Halo—guy back too..."

Such an embarrassing memory to bring back up.

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Grove could feel the tension building in the pit of her belly as the door continued to move fraction by fraction. It was just so hard not to focus solely on the door so that Ari's attention would be drawn there and corrections to her posture made. An expression that Terrans use quite often came to mind: "horns sprouted from Grove's head". The Capsuleer didn't quite understand why someone would want to have horns on their head, but that was their fantasy. Let them have it.

"So, you haven't seen your boyfriend since we busted him out of the Oriyak hangout. Nice. I think you got used and dumped Ari. That's a sad shame. What an asshole. You know, if it makes you feel better, I haven't seen Hadden in a long ass time either and I own the man. I knew I should have had a tracking chip implanted into him to protect my investment, but sometimes I'm just not as smart as I should be. But, hell, we don't need men. We got each othe—"

And there it happened! Ari busted her ass and Grove doubled over in a fit of highly amused laughter. Tears sprang up in her eyes and it wasn't thirty seconds later the woman felt the burning pain in her stomach from laughing so hard. Her every dream had come to life. Sure, there was a little guilt in not helping Ari back up onto her feet, but after a few drinks between the two, everything would resume.

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"Oh, like you wouldn't believe. You owe me about half the transaction that took place. Some odd billion cays if I remember correctly," Grove said even though she honestly didn't remember off of the back of her head. It was difficult for a Capsuleer to forget something but it didn't mean that she could recall every single life experience instantaneously either. "Or was it millions ..." The woman continued to think on this while they made way to the bar counter.

Arriving, Grove ordered her favorite drink: Stovnoski, an obvious Oriyak drink and one of the strongest. No one, no one could out drink an Oriyak, but damn if Grove didn't attempt to get close. It was all about acclimating to the alcohol. That is if her liver didn't give out first.

"Moving away from the topic of payment and money owed, what have you been up since we last saw each other," Grove asked with genuine interest while peering at the two men not too far from where they were standing. "I mean, aside from bailing the boyfriend out of jail and having him run off to fuck-knows-where. You know, I could ... possibly track him down for you, if you wan—One-hundred and twenty million cubits which was converted into cays before full payment to the SSOR. Hey look. I remembered," Grove said while grinning at Ari. How convenient.

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Leaning on her fist and pouring a small splash of Stovnoski into a glass, Grove listened to Ari's explanation. "Stuff, and things. With a side of fucked and goddamnit," Ari offered as an update on her life while the two friends were separated. It made the Capsuleer laugh which brought back the laughing pains from earlier. She took in a sharp breath of air and held it for a few seconds before offering her own update.

"Well, I've been about the same. Let's just say a few unmentionable things happened with me and a large group of men and I'm not exactly proud of it. It was stupid really. The contract was simple, I preform as necessary and they paid the agreed amount for the show. Of course then, they really couldn't afford me, you know being as expensive as I am, so those bastards tried dining and dashing, if you know what I mean. In the end though, I got what I wanted," Grove had rambled on, not really realizing that what she was describing made her sound like a prostitute.

"And now, well, I am just waiting around until I decide whether to help a man kill himself or not. Poor guy, lost his entire family in the glassing here," she said while peering down at her drink. "I'm still not sure what I'm going to do, but I said I'd consider if he spent a day with me. I got a hot date with a suicidal man, isn't that depressing?"

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The Azrick nodded at Ari's response and began to lift her glass upwards in attempt to take a first drink when that was rudely interrupted. Grove's eyes shifted over to the two men who easily dwarfed the two women. An eyebrow rose in curiousity and then the Capsuleer proceeded to slam down the first sip of Stovnoski. Lord did that alcohol burn when it hit the back of one's throat. It was hard to fight back the tears of pain welling up and somehow Grove managed to keep the under control, if only barely.

"You know, Ari, I was thinking the same thing. What's funny about this whole situation is that they believe we have the money to hire anyone, or even need a reason to hire ... whatever employment they hold. Knowing this place," Grove said with a tilt of her head," probably mercenary or some kind of con-men. Those seem to be the usual around Gambit's, or rather, Wing City in general. You know, men here are like parking places. All the good ones are taken and the free ones are handicapped, if you know what I mean, right?" The Azrik brought into another, more gentle, bout of laughter while pouring another drink for herself.

"But getting back on topic," Grove said before wheeling around in her bar stool, which at some point she had sat in. "See, Ari and I here, we are probably the most broke people on Terra right now. Not a single cay to our name or standard unit. You're barking up the wrong metaphorical tree, guys. I suggest you two go find someone with, you know, money to their name or at least some pride. We seem to be fresh out of both at the moment."

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At the mention of a bounty, Grove's eyebrows rose in surprise. Ari was a wanted woman? Not too shocking but she could have at least given Grove a heads up before hanging around her. The last thing that the Capsuleer wanted was confrontation due to yesterday's situation. Grove really, really did not like being ambushed. It made the woman feel trapped and she tended to do irrational things when those types of situations popped up. She especially did not like bounty hunters either. Grove knew that she was a wanted woman, but it was impossible to track down this information due to the expertly forged documents. The Capsuleer could waltz into Coalition controlled space and come out completely unscathed.

"I'm sorry, but I don't seem to recall bullshitting a bullshitter. Funny that you just admitted to being a bullshitter though. I appreciate the honestly. Now, to restate what I said earlier," Grove said while pointing to herself," broke. Completely broke. That's what happens when you buy high priced prostitutes."

From there, Grove allowed Ari to take control of the situation for the moment. Allowing the men to get the idea across that the ladies didn't want company from two thugs. Standing up from her stool, Stovnoski in hand of course, the Capsuleer sighed. Things were going to get ugly weren't they? This was not in the plan whatsoever.

"Look, guy," Grove said to Tarik, ignoring the more 'rude and aggressive' man," we don't need your services and I hardly think an agreement can be made. I just made two business deals in the last twenty four Terran hours and I am up to here," she rose a level hand well past the crown of her head," with signing away my goddamn life to other people. Why is it that a woman can't come to this fuckin' bar without being harassed! Maybe, it'd just be nice to be hit on and have someone offer to buy us a drink. Maybe then we would have sat down and listened to your offer, but your current pitch just fucked you up royally."

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It was difficult in not losing her temper but it was achieved as it seemed the two men were going to leave. That itch in her fingers which told Grove to reach for her sidearm dissipated and probably for the best. Gambit's had seen its fair share of violence and blood shed over the years that its been in operation.

"Ari, men don't take hints even if they catch them in the first place. In one ear and out the other. Selective hearing. I wonder if they get neural implants that allow them to hear things they want to hear. You know, like those situations where the guy thinks that you're really into him but you know you actually loathe the guy," Grove blabbered on while Ronan made his peace and began to leave. It was hard not to notice how his armor shed into a fair amount of pieces.

"See, can't even keep their clothes on around women," the capsuleer said with a wide grin. She knew she had that effect on men but it was hilarious to the woman when it was put in practice.

"Well," the woman said while turning to the remaining 'offender'," maybe next time you can propose pleasure with u—... conduct pl—no ... that won't work either. You know what I mean. You can actually approach us as a man instead of as an asshole. That'd be appreciated by me and my friend here."

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"Assalaam-O-Alaikum," Grove said to the parting Tarik in what appeared to be his native language. After her companion, Ari, had shouted out across the bar, Grove couldn't help but to laugh once more. All this laughing was going to make her seem happy and that was far from the truth of the situation. She was pissed off. Terra did nothing but tick her off these days unlike how it was when she would just come to the bar to have a chat with a few Oriyaks.

And then yet another man made his way over to the two women which made Grove groan. At least this one seemed to be harrassing Ari and not herself. Grove felt a little selfish at that thought but a human was human and not a perfect being—no matter how hard every xenospecies tried.

"It's always fuckin' business ... "

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"Eh, not at all, Ari. We'll find another, more quiet, time to catch up later," Grove said while turning to resume attention towards her mostly untouched bottle of surprisingly strong alcohol. It felt good to be rid of company but that dream was soon shattered when Marcus had snuck up on the pensive Azrick.

"Shit! Don't do that to me, Marcus," Grove yelled out after giving a violent twitch in her stool seat. Adrenaline raged through her veins and the compulsion to hit something roared back into full gear. She released a sigh to calm herself down and grabbed up her drink. "It's bad to sneak up on someone like that especially when unsavory folk are around attempting to con you into something you really don't want to do. Have a seat," she demanded.

It was difficult to keep her cool around the Aschen man. Nerves were set alight but Grove was a master at being deceitful when the time demanded it. However, she had the feeling that it wouldn't be ideal to stick around the bar for much longer. Stovnoski tended to make her say things that shouldn't be said, especially around undesired people.

"And yes, the offer is still on the table. Spend a day or night with me and I'll take into more consideration of taking you out to the Razorbacks. How about we start with a drink," Grove offered with that touch of a grin on her face. Let's see how the Terran deals with the Oriyak alcohol. It should be interesting, she thought to herself while pouring a small splash of it into another glass.

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There was a bit of disappointment rolling around in Grove when she had to wait to see the reaction of this man's first swallow of Stovnoski—or what she assumed would be his first. It wasn't as if she knew the man beyond a night ago. Her small grin faded and she too rose her glass in a toast. But just like Marcus, words evaded Grove and nothing toast worthy was found.

" ... to ... alcohol," was the only thing she could think of and quickly Grove drank down her third—or was it second—swig. The woman rubbed at her eyes with her forefinger thumb while replacing the glass on the bar counter. An entire year Grove had been attempting to get accustomed to this damn firewater but that burn never disappeared. That is, unless she was entirely drunk.

"So, Marcus, tell me a bit about yourself," Grove started out as if conducting an interview with the man. So much for attempting to mask business for pleasure. Her earlier situation seemed to bleed into this one and now she was the one attempting to pull strings. Damn it all. What happened to the fun of this place?

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And there was the grin again, but this time it had come back fully exposed. It was almost as good as watching Ari bust her ass on Gambit's floor. Almost. It was surely a memory to be tucked away in the back of her mind to recall another time. Grove always thought back on things when she was alone and that was the most pathetic thing about her; she was usually always alone these days. Perhaps that was why she forced Marcus to spend a day with her. Grove just wanted the company before setting out into a mission again.

"You're going to have to do better than that, you know. That was a really bad response to my question. It took you a whole, what, five seconds to execute. I don't like it," Grove said with a disappointed shake of her head. "Give me a better explanation or I'm just going to get you really drunk and then you'll end up telling me anyways, am I right," the woman said while pouring another painful drink for the both of them.

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"Well, why did you want to enlist in the Terran army," she asked while fiddling with a peanut shell on the bar counter. Tucking her forefinger into the pad of her thumb, Grove flicked the shell towards Ari. If it hit its target the woman across the room would have a peanut shell stuck in her hair. Even if she was seventy one years old, Grove still had her childish moments and would always have those moments.

Then Grove decided she was going to share some memories with Marcus as well—it only seemed fair—but once her eyes touched on the Aschen man once more, it seemed not such a good idea to do so. However, as the Stovnoski took hold of Grove's sobriety, there was always a way around anything. So, the Azrick leaned in close to Marcus and added her bit to the conversation in a whisper.

"You know that I was never allowed to serve my nation? I wasn't fit for duty due to the special nature of my condition ... the condition of why I was made a living being in the first place. Talk about parents of the millennia. I would have loved to serve and fly but no, rejected immediately because of my peers. So, you see, I'm actually quite jealous of the fact that you are serving your home but I can't do the same for mine."

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A chill ran up the Azrick's spine as she caught the man looking back at her. Grove winked at him as if she were just checking out the Aschen man and approved of him. It made her stomach a little sick. Marcus's question offered distraction from that sensation however, and she took it gratefully. Her eyes fixed themselves on the Terran man.

"Well, that is something that we would have to discuss in private. It's not something that needs to be spoken in public. Not that its embarrassing but because it is very personal. If you'd like me to elaborate on it, we could rent a hotel room, or whatever you'd like to do. However, I don't sleep with men on the first date, so don't even think about it," she added as an end joke to lighten the conversation. If Marcus laughed, that was great. If not, well, she understood. Grove even let her eyes roam about to man as if trying to decide if she would even consider the idea. The woman gave a little shrug.

"But in all seriousness," Grove said while leaning back away from Marcus," I am not quite comfortable around some of the patrons present and a more secure location would be preferable, don't you think? I don't have much time, so you will have to decide quickly."

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"I have a room already actually," Grove replied. If she had decided to be completely honest, the Azrick would have admitted to having several rooms posted around Wing City for her stay here. Ever since her little ... accident, measures needed to be put into place to ensure her own safety. A little on the paranoid side, but it was better than dying and Rebirthing in a new clone.

Grabbing up the Stovnoski, Grove stood up and gestured towards the stairs. It was the most convenient and the closest of her hotel rooms. Not waiting for Marcus to follow, Grove made way to the stairs, and passed by Ari in a humorous manner. Pointing to the alcohol bottle and motioning towards the man who was supposed to accompany her, Grove winked devilishly at Ari and then pointed upstairs. Innuendos were always a fun toy to play with and Grove exploited them whenever possible when the time was right.

"Time for a nightcap, Ari. I'll be seeing you around another time," Grove said and disappeared up the stairs, laughing.

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It was a long climb up the stairs to Grove's room seeing as the woman had to have a room on the top floor. Always the top floor. The closer to the stars the better that the Capsuleer could sleep. Even her mood seemed to lighten with each floor that was passed, even though Grove was beginning to build up a small sweat and pant due to the alcohol's effect. That or she was just plain out of shape. A person could always look damn good but be extremely unhealthy. The body was a sneaky devil.

"Right ... I made it ... alive ... now then," Grove said between gasps of air and while she fumbled around for her key card. "Sorry to drag you ... all the way up here but I could not stand being in the same room with that Aschen puppet for five more seconds. I honestly don't see how Ari can deal with them. Damn bastards took away my whole entire crew save for one," she rambled on while opening the door and strolling in.

The room was an utter mess. Clothes were strewn about; flight suits of all makes and colors. One would assume Grove owned at least one dress or perhaps a tee-shirt. The Azrick pulled off a pile of clothes from a cushioned arm chair and threw them onto another pile before settling herself down in the matching chair. Setting the Stovnoski on the table between them, Grove started to explain exactly what she was.

"You see Marcus, I'm what is known as a Capsuleer. But I'm a very special Capsuleer as I am first Generation, the only FirstGen left to this day. Starting out in the project, many became insane once they matured into puberty. Some unknown anomaly has kept me from losing my healthy mental state. The fact that I was the only survivor is what has kept me from joining the Coalition military, due to my "unstable mental some bullshit crap that doesn't make any sense". They were afraid that I'd kill people because that's what the others did," she said bluntly.

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"Coming from a long line of military personnel in my family, you can imagine the disappointment. I was born solely for the program, and once that failed and I discontinued the family tradition, I was abandoned by my family. Such a nice, light hearted conversation we're having isn't it?"

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Grove reached over and took a long swig from the bottle, actually enjoying the way it burned down her throat. It was more of a comfort to her now than it was an annoyance. "You know, to be honest, I almost was going to do just that but then I realized something, Marcus," Grove said while holding out the Stovnoski for him to take and enjoy.

"I think I am just going to sit here and enjoy my time with you. You're the perfect man for me and you don't even realize this. Now, I'm not coming onto you in any way or suggesting that we do ... things," Grove said before pausing. "... the sole reason I am forcing you into speaking with me like this, on a personal level, is because I can't do it with any other person in the world. Being what I am, a capsuleer and someone who cheats death by using clones and downloading memories and experiences into the new mind, I am alone. It is just something that comes with the job description: Be an all amazing starship pilot but never truly connect with other people and you get the watch them grow old and die. They never tell you, in the program, that when you Rebirth in a new body, the people you were friends or lovers with won't recognize you. They never make the same body twice. Something's always different. Normal people can't accept it. Similar but never the same."

And then Grove grew quiet for a small moment in contemplation.

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"You mean how long have I been alive," Grove asked as her brow perked slightly. It wasn't every day that a woman was asked her age and she wasn't bothered at all by it. The Azrick was actually proud for how long she has survived with her mentality in place. "This version of me isn't but half-a-terran-year-old and not aged over thirty. That's the way I like my clones. But in reality, my purest form of existence is seventy one years old. I'm old enough to be your Grandmother," she said with slight amusement.

"And before you ask, no, I don't have my own family. I was married in my first life but he was ... he's deceased now. I've never known another partner after Silas and probably never will. As a capsuleer, you choose career over family. Sometimes you don't even get the choic—hey, is it hot in here or is it me ... that Stovnoski hits hard when you least expect it. Damn stuff slaps you in the balls and then sneaks up your asshole when you're not paying attention."

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So are mine. I just hit double zero and almost up to 7/16

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Did he not recognize you ...

... not recognize you ...

Oh if only that had been the case, then Grove would have lived a happier Second Cycle. It had been easy to say the man's name, but to actually talk about his death was going to be another case entirely. The Azrick didn't usually share intimate memories, never had shared any of them, but Marcus was a miracle in disguise for Grove. She could tell him everything and she would reconnect with at least one person again.

"Stovnoski. Its Oriyak, a Scatteran race. I'm Azrican which is also Scatteran but our people don't exactly see eye to eye on ...well, anything. But back on topic, I ... suppose," she said with a sad sigh. Still not reaching for the bottle as Grove was at her limit. Any more and she'd be doing the most inappropriate things and this moment was more needed than those compulsive behaviors.

"No. Silas and I were at a ... rally for Project Lazarus, the project that made me. See, surviving the mental issue, I became a poster child of sorts for it. There was this huge debate taking place and some people don't exactly agree with people living for much longer than we're intended. They uh," she said while turning her gaze to anywhere but on Marcus," they shot him and he died. I was murdered as well, but I had a different privilege than Silas. I came back where he will never come back."

"That's another pain of being what I am. Not only do they forget you, but they don't get to come back from death," she said," just like what's going to happen to you. Everything that happens here tonight will only be remembered and never relived. You'll die and I will just continue doing what I always do. People always wonder why it is that I am obsessed with piloting and with the stars ... its because they never change."