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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.

So begins...

Lara Grove's Story

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As the munitions soared towards the Heimdall, two had been intercepted by the drones Grove had sent forth mere moments ago. Sacrificing a few drones in order to keep the Heimdall from being struck was an easy and quick decision. However, being fired upon had changed Grove's entire plan. The woman gritted her teeth together before the last round had impacted directly on the ship's hull. The sound of thunder rolled down the empty corridors of the Heimdall. Grove tossed a look to Marcus right before she pressed a button on the holographic control panel.

"Marcus, I need you to go to the hangar bay, get inside a drone, and stay there," she said with complete authority. There was no room for argument nor hesitation in executing her command. A path lit up along the floor to guide him there. "You have less than five minutes so I suggest you run like you've never run before in your life. Believe me, you don't want to see what's about to happen," the capsuleer said while not once meeting the Terran man's gaze. She didn't dare to do so. If he stayed on the bridge with Grove, Marcus was going to die before reaching his goal but if he left now, there was a chance for survival; a small one but it was better than the one he had where Marcus sat now.

Turning off an alarm, Grove spoke to Hellen,"Fire up the Meson Cannon! Increase propulsion rate by one-hundred percent!" The ship gave a great lurch as the engines exploded into full capacity, throwing every inch of power into pure speed. "Redirect all other weapons systems energy straight into the engines, Hellen. I need to have this baby move quickly!" In the back of her mind, Grove was desperately hoping that Marcus would make it in time for her to do what needed to be done. Flash backs from a previous life threatened to stop Grove, but those were thrown out of her thought process.

Meson Cannon ready to fire, Captain


"Standby on Meson Cannon, hold," Grove replied, taking in a deep breath and holding it.

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Quickly turning in her pilot's seat, Grove swiveled around to another console. She began reverting power from different emergency systems into another part of the ship. The Meson Cannon being flared up with just for show. The capsuleer never planned on firing the beast but she needed all eyes on that massive ship to be directed straight towards the Heimdall. The entire operation had now become a gamble and a high stakes one at that. But Grove had always been a lucky woman when piloting in hostile environments.

Grove was now nothing more than a kamikaze distraction. The thought of dying again and going through the Rebirth process wasn't a highly sought out one, but it was the only thing that even remotely guaranteed Marcus a sliver of success. There was only so much she could do, but surviving until he got to Polis was all on him the moment Grove was going to launch him in the one-man drone.

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It was almost a shame that Marcus was no longer close enough to witness the full potential of what a capsuleer could really do; what limits their minds could reach. A Heimdall with a normal pilot—one who was not of capsuleer technology—would not have been able to do what Grove could. Their brains would not even have processed the thought fully before the barrage of Hegemony rounds had collided with the ship. It was unfortunate though that technology was going to mostly fail on her. While Grove could think faster than most humans, the machines she was controlling needed more time to react to the commands. What irony it was to create a genetically modified human that could pilot beyond what most ships could handle.

Grove knew this fact and she was hoping to use it to her advantage.

When the munitions had hit their target, the Heimdall remained unscathed due to her shields but merely for half of them. The others tore through the hull of the ship, bouncing off of corridors and room walls once inside. The sequence during the small time frame in which the rounds were fired, traveled, and made impact went as thus: Grove had sent auto-pilot coordinates to the drone which Marcus had activated upon entry, she had allowed the shields to fail so that the Heimdall would be hit, the attack from the Hegemony ship had made successful contact, the Meson Cannon was powered down, the engines were ordered an all-stop, and pieces of the now short lived battlecruiser floated away as nothing more than debris, then finally as the last piece, among the debris, every drone available on the ship was lauched from the Heimdall while everything was killed down to the last latrine light.

And then the ship fell quiet, gliding towards the Hegemony ship without a single peep to the Heimdall's engines or com activity. The entire console which Grove had been utilizing was offline and the bridge was nothing more than another empty room.

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Only the sounds of her dying ship reverberated through the room and her breathing. The capsuleer could only hope there was no suspicion brought forth by how easily the ship had gone down. Surely a battlecruiser of its calibre could withstand a little more than a single and minor attack from the other ship? Hopefully the Belkans on board were too busy gloating on how they took down a solitary and very foolish Coalition ship then to calculate what the situation truly was; a deceit.

Still hardlinked into the Heimdall, Grove waited patiently with sweat rolling down her temples. Now the only thing left to worry about was the timing of the mission's completion. Everything had to be perfect and precise or what Grove had planned was going to fall through her fingers like sand. She also hoped that Marcus was still alive and had not been caught by the barrage. He was a tin can floating freely in space among the other drones, who were just as quiet as the Heimdall. One simple command to any of them and Grove would have ruined the entire process. The last thing that she wanted was for them to get captured by the Hegemony, or worse, killed. It wasn't time for Marcus to die just yet. Grove had made a promise and she was bound by her own morals to keep that promise.

"Please don't do anything stupid Marcus. I know it looks bad, but I'm still here. I still have this all under control. Just give me a few more minutes. I'm not dead just yet," Grove thought to herself silently. One wrong touch of a panel and the Terran man would override what the capsuleer had programmed, or he would fire the engines on the drone and give away his location.

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"Come on, I know you want to get up close and personal to this ship, baby. Come on board and I'll give you a nice surprise," she continued to think to herself, switching from Marcus to the Hegemony. That was the last piece of the puzzle. The gamble that Grove made was about to be won or fail terribly. She may have been one of the best pilots in the galaxy but that didn't mean each plan she laid out was successful. Grove could only wonder what this one was going to be classfied as when it was all over and done with.

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Little did the Hegemony know that they were not going to get their hands on Coalition property. Oh no, as soon as the collection of the drones began—those that did not have Marcus occupying them—were to explode as soon as contact was made by any. For now, however, they were nothing but silent bombs awaiting their fate. Grove, meanwhile, remained sitting as still as possible in the Captain's chair breathing calmly, her eyes closed and resting. She had seen the Hegemony ships coming for the Heimdall. She knew they were going to come on board. It did not matter that it was a small contingent of troops or if it had been the commanding ship itself that pulled up beside Grove's craft, she was still going to take a handful of them out with her with a bang.

Her brown eyes opened languidly to view nothing but a dark room and the view of stars and ships before her. Grove, with precision, leaned forward in her seat, dragging the cords which connected her to the Heimdall, and stood with her back still to the portal into the bridge. They would be here soon. Raising her hands as if conducting an orchestra for the opening cresendo, the consoles began to flicker back to life one by one. Grove became bathed in iridescent light of the holographic screens and boards.

Outside the Heimdall, each drone that had been deployed became active. Their own consoles flickered back online and engines began to verve. Their weapons remained offline as that power was needed for a different directive. Just as Grove had done with the battlecruiser, all available energy was going to be forced into the drives so that maximum potential speed could be reached.

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Inside the bridge, Grove activation the intercom and spoke with a neutral voice," Come and get me if you can, you bastards. I'll even show you the way." Beneath the feet of the boarding marines, the red line which had guided Marcus so many times lit up, giving the soldiers a path to follow. Reaching behind herself, the capsuleer began to disengage her links one by one until all but her core line remained: the largest which resided in the nape of her neck.

Now with nothing more to do than to wait, Grove turned slowly towards the portal and rose her hands up above her head in a submission gesture of surrender. A smirk played on the edges of her lips.

Time for some fireworks

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To the marines, it would appear as if Grove were being entirely complient with their demands. Bending her elbows, the capsuleer placed her hands behind her head, knowing that they had no idea what sort of creature they were dealing with; what level of UCON technology they were witnessing with their very eyes. She even dropped down on her knees, decieving the Belkans into believing that the woman was going to come peacefully as they arrested her. That moment was when Grove had stopped smirking at the soldiers and dropped solemn eyes to the deck of the bridge. You have served me well, the capsuleer silently praised the Heimdall Class Battlecruiser. It had been a good ship and it was a shame that Grove had to destroy it now. Such a beautiful piece of machinery. It wasn't going to be forgotten, especially the service it had preformed for the Azrick.

"I just have one thing to say before you take me into custody," Grove said to the marines. There was a long pause that followed, leaving them all on edge and to wonder about what the woman's next move would be. Staring still at the floor, tears had sprung up into Grove's eyes and clung desperately to her long lashes. She hoped dearly that Marcus made it out of the combat zone alive and was well on his way to Polis, otherwise she had failed him and that was not acceptable.

So, this is it, the Azrick thought to herself. This was going to be the last and final death. She could choose to go down admirably with the Heimdall or Grove could take a chance on sending her translight signal. She had not touched UCON space in over eight years, and the look on the faces of the techs would have been amusing. They believed her to have been dead the entire time. Maybe taking one last gamble would be well worth experiencing that moment. Then again, she was a wanted woman and life in prison was not a life she would choose for herself, but it was life. Grove was afraid. She was afraid of a final end and did not want to stop existing.

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There was still so much to see and explore. She was not going to let the stars go just yet. They were the only thing that gave her pleasure and made her happy.

Grove said a prayer to the God that she did not believe in. Perhaps asking for forgiveness, God would lend her hand and escort her safely through the gates of death unscathe once more. Making her peace, the capsuleer then sent her translight signal. The tranmission sped through the vast expanse that was the galaxy and would not stop until it reached home; the Fields of Yggdrassil. Once that was complete, a look of pure rage and hatred greeted the Belkans while Grove's tears still poured down her face.

"Go. FUCK. Yourselves," she yelled at them furiously while reaching to pull her hardlink from the back of her skull, but not before sending Hellen one more silent command: immediate self-destruct. The bridge lit up like a Terran News Years Eve, alarms blasting in high pitched peals of caution. From that second on, it seemed the last moments of her life slowed down and became still. Grove did not close her eyes for a moment, even knowing that she was about to be shot. Goodbye, came the silent thought. People always believed that one's life flashed before their eyes just before the moment of death. They were wrong. The last image that Grove would ever see was the Belkan marines confusion and alarm. It made her elated. They were going to die right along with her.

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The Heimdall's four nuclear powered engines exploded at the command as would a miniscule super nova star on the last dregs of its life. It was a beautiful and terrifying sight to behold for those who could only watch, unable to do anything to prevent the destruction and death that came. And just as quickly as it had happened, the entrancing light of what had been the Heimdall died into nothing but dust particles which would join the bok globules in the Razorbacks. Pieces of Grove's life spent as Lara would forever remained in that sector of space for as long as the galaxy lived. In death, she could only hope that she become a small part of what she loved; a star.

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"Look," Grove said after Ex-General Walker, or whatever that man's name was, had appeared. "I don't know what this is about, or why I am here, but I don't want any part of it. I just went through a lot of shit and I really don't need to be kidnapped," Grove said not knowing she hadn't been kidnapped. She had just stepped in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Now I demand to be released!"

It was obvious that Grove was not in a good mood nor intended to even attempt a facade of happiness. The truth was that the capsuleer was horribly miserable and emotionally unstable. She could laugh one moment, cry the next, and then attempt to strange a man with her bare hands in sheer rage. Messing with the starship pilot while in her grieving stage was not a good idea for anyone.

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A look of pure resentment was passed to Viktor but Grove remained silent about what he had said for the time being—she would get to him later. For now, the capsuleer was more focused on getting off the damned ship—one that was far inferior to those she was used to piloting—and obtaining her release.

"I didn't ask to come here, and I didn't contact anyone. I want nothing to do with you or your shady business deals. I am nothing but a simple Terran woman who cuts hair. Now let me and you might just survive this morning," Grove threatened with the lie of her nationality. Of course she wasn't Terran. She was one of the most advanced technologies that walked Coalition space, any space territory for that matter.

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The woman waved a dismissive hand which silently said that she would sign anything to get herself off the damn ship; even her soul if need be, whatever that thing was. "Yeah, yeah, do what you have to do and I am out of here," Grove said before Viktor had chimed in. The Azrick rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest. "Somehow I highly doubt that, guy," the capsuleer stated while awaiting her way out of there.

The robotic creature brought forth no surprise or awe from the woman. That thing was a toaster and she was a rocketship. Unimpressed.

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They were looking for a weakness, well, these people just found one; Grove. Sure the piece of junk was just one of many but the capsuleer was going to get her point across of wanting to leave the ship and with great haste. Reaching into her flight suit, Grove pulled out a long hardlink cord—one that was tipped with a four inch probe.

She walked towards the machine and moving her hair from the nape of her neck, Grove revealed that she was a bit extraordinary. There were ... what looked to be, well words could not describe it fully but she was not all human. The woman then connected herself with the cord, only to start fumbling around in her pocket again.

"Let's see what kind of connection you have here, ah yes," Grove spoke to herself while pulling out another piece of wire and connecting it to the end which was not hooked into the back of her head. She literally plugged herself into the drone and not too long after wiring began to smoke and pop.

"Whelp, there's your problem there. Its a piece of shit," Grove said before turning to look at the other two men. "And Lauren Grove's the name, hair dresser extraordinaire," she said in a sarcastic tone before ripping her hardlink from the idle robot. "You're A.I. is a piece of shit, now can I get off this hunk of metal or what?"

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"No thank you," Grove simply said, highly annoyed. "Now, then, let me sign your damn papers and I'll be gone," the woman said before turning her back to the group. She raised a hand to her lips and began to silently cry. God, she really needed to get away from Terra but there was something that she needed closure on. What she was dealing with now was the last thing the capsuleer needed. All she wanted to do was drink her sobriety away and not remember anything, anymore.

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Grove really did not care about the man's opinions. She quickly wiped her tears away and signed the papers before heading down the hallway. It was hard to not have an emotional break down in the hallway. The Azrick was barely keeping herself together. It was a relief when she had found the 'porter and departed from the ship. Being in the spaceport again Grove would be able to keep her sanity a little longer. It was the only place on Terra that she found solace.

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"By the Stars," Grove said to herself when she had heard and saw Viktor's arrival. The capsuleer tucked her hardlink back into her flight suit and started to walk away as fast as she could. The last thing that she wanted was to engage in some conversation that would mean nothing to her and especially with a person that she cared nothing for whatsoever. No, that person had just died and Grove was to blame. And if he hadn't died in the Razorbacks, then he was captured or worse, believed that she was dead. Everything was her fault.

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Fuck this shit was all Grove could think right then and there. That man was following her and appeared as if he was going to continue following her. How to get rid of a premature stalker, she wondered. She supposed the best way was to just deal with it head on. And so, Grove stopped walking and turned half-way to face Viktor.

"What. do. you. want," Grove said without any attempt to be polite. Expressing manners was the last thing that was on her mind.

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"Look, I don't need friends. I'm not the type of person that has friends and I certainly don't want to be friends with someone like you," Grove said while prodding a finger at the man's chest. "And if you make any comment on my appearance, I will kick you so hard in the balls you won't be able to piss for a week, you understand me," came the threat. "Now, stop following me around. I have things that I need to take care of if you don't mind, you nosey sonuvabitch," Grove finished in her hostile temper.

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"Yeah well fuck this Terran star," Grove responded to Viktor's last statement. It didn't take her long to walk the opposite direction and leave the space port. Suddenly, being in that very place was unsettling and she wanted to be as far from it as possible. Grove couldn't help but to remember the look on Marcus' face when he had discovered her beating another man senseless for touching her Heimdall Battlecruiser. More tears poured down her face, and the mourning Grove left to go drown her sorrows in Stovnoski.