| Name | Telrai |
|---|---|
| Given Name | Telrai |
| Callsign | Darkwing |
| Family Name | Telemachon |
| First Look | Prim |
| Character Role | Scientist + "Expose Knowledge" |
| Character Goal | |
| Revealed Character Aspect | Influential, Dynamic |
“No.” He says with the surety of one saying that water is wet. “But now that I have your measure…I think there is someone you should meet.”
This time, the data-pad folded at Paxel’s hip, linked to the cruiser’s memory banks was what chimed, and he grudgingly opens it up. And mere moments later he is removing his helmet and leaning in as if to take a closer look at whatever he was seeing.
As Tybalt leaned over to check, he was unsurprised to see it was a pretty woman, dressed for some high-society gathering on Sirona. Black hair worn impractically long and loose to frame a face of such fair proportions that it could only be achieved through image-editing or genetic tampering. Same with the lustre of her lips set in an impish smile beneath mismatched irises of blue and green (also of unnatural colouration)
“I…is this image correct? I only see a daughter of the high spires, flaunting the vanity of the gene-tailoring her parents afforded her in conception.” Tybalt asks, feeling offended again at the apparent rugpull.
“The next file.”
Tybalt asserts his right of command to move to the next file despite Paxel’s complaints, and he had to concede that his misgivings disappeared at once.
The grainy video-feed is cast in darkness and strobing red as it depicted the POV of some security camera watching a battle. Armoured enforcers attempted to gun down a darting black blur flitting between them with cackling laughter. Every time it draws near to one, body parts go flying: A hand here, a head there, and as a result the gunfire diminishes by process of elimination. The video ends with the murderous shape of dark fabric landing among the remaining four men, and decapitating them all with a slashing piroutte of her black iron sword, for now the figure remained still enough that at the video’s end to show the face of that vain noble’s daughter, frozen in gleeful exultation.
Tybalt was…not sure how to feel. So like some ancient wayfarer seeking to find the cardinal directions by the position of the stars, he attempts to orient himself by measuring against Paxel.
Sure enough, the mutant was mostly mortified by the display of violence, even if a lingering interest signalled that his lieutenant’s ogling tendencies remained among his strongest.
A comparison point found, Tybalt could more easily come to a conclusion.
He was besotted.
“What was the cause of that incident?”
“Ah yes, she had decided that a good use of her time was to reveal how to jailbreak the operating systems of agricultural equipment in an entire sector, and so she needed to get a look at their most guarded data.”
“Whose daughter is she?” Is all Tybalt asks in response to that. Because what was just said would be deemed reasonable cause by a Terminus corporation to raze a planet to the bedrock if it would preserve their control over their secrets. The only thing that could stop them being the absolute backing of someone more powerful.
“A beloved one. Her eccentricities are indulged for excelling in the sciences.”
“Those being?”
The corpse smiles, and answers without the slightest shred of humour. “All of them. She was made to take well to the teaching-machines.”
Paxel, at this moment finally releases a horrified breath at seeing a female version of his boss to look at said man, and so he sees Tybalt just as flabbergasted as when he heard his father’s corpse might have been stolen.
“You are telling me the heir of a sitting Noble House of the Conclave is slumming it in the Expanse? Ackriss-2 has no known Precursor ruins, there is no reason to be personally present there! And after what you just said of my father, there is not a more tempting target for the Ascendancy!”