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</div></div><div style="margin-left: 20px"><div style="margin-left: 20px"><div style="margin-left: 20px"><div style="text-align: justify"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">“—dio receptors and visual faculties activated. Kinesthetic and speech control resumed. Diagnostics complete. State your name.”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#429aaf">“My name is AXS-062.”</span> One by one, AXS-062 regained her bearings gradually. Sound. Sight. Movement. Voice. <i>Mind. Body.</i> Looming above her, blinding fluorescent light greeted her reboot and a scientist, Dr. Roman Kahn, a familiar face, but both hardly fazed her. What wasn’t familiar was the curve on his lips. Standard procedure, completed 327 times, with no deviation in Dr. Khan’s expression. 328th time, change in affect detected. With a slight tilt of her head, she scanned the vicinity for the possible causes but she encountered none; only Dr. Quinn Boyle, preoccupied as she was with the holoscreen that displayed her vitals. That was a troubling result.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">“Today’s your day, big girl. Look at you; all grown-up and off to join the Corps.”</span> Dr. Kahn declared as he offered a hair band to her stepped back, the enthusiasm in his voice audible. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">“Dr. Won will be by momentarily. Stand up please and access most recent uploaded data.”</span><br/>
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Pushing herself up from the imaging table, she stood, her lithe physique garbed in Sol-Soon’s standard operational body uniform that fitted her from her neck to her toes. Her model number was engraved on the fabric on the upper right portion of her breast, fading from the corporation’s name to her own from time to time. As she accepted the band from the scientist, she tied her long, blonde locks into a ponytail and completed his instructions.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#429aaf">“Character profiles for Commander Canaan Drennen and his team have been added to my dossier, Dr. Kahn.”</span> AXS-062 confirmed, her expressions ever neutral.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">“Wonderful, wonderful.”</span> Dr. Kahn praised. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">“Now, I know Dr. Won has already briefed and given you your orders—and they take precedence over any instructions the Corps may give you moving forward—but do remember that humans might not treat you the same way like the ones here in SSAG do. We are in a state of… anarchy with the war. Whatever you do, you mustn’t engage them in combat. Sol-Soon does not take part in it. Your purpose is to defend people against extraterrestrials while they fight among themselves. You are not to hurt them. Is that clear?”</span><br/>
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AXS-062’s birth and role was crystal clear: preserve humanity. This would be her first chance to step out of the Sol-Soon complex to do so. Although Dr. Kahn’s instructions were mere reiterations of her tasks, the questioning look on the scientist prompted her to nod. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#429aaf">“Understood, Doctor.”</span><br/>
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True to his word, Dr. Won did arrive shortly to accompany them to meet her new keepers as Doctors Boyle and Kahn trailed behind. The Development and Trial Chambers was not an unfamiliar destination to AXS-062. A majority of her days were spent in this room to hone her skills and abilities through virtual simulation and physical training. However, today, something peculiar offset the banality of her visit the instant that they stepped within.<br/>
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Two humans in black awaited inside, and one was bounding right at her.<br/>
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<i>Friendlies.</i> Once AXS-062 classified them as Petty Officers Ylona Nazarov and Langdon Basche, the tension that seized her frame receded. As Dr. Won excused herself, Dr. Kahn fielded most of the questions from the female of the duo as they stood upon the sprawling space, though she orbited AXS-062 in a way that reminded the prototype of the biocomponent specialists from Anatomies. The blonde remained unruffled in spite of the probes she received from Ylona and the inquiries that were directed at her. Based off of the data uploaded into her, Avoxxii had yet to be publicly received. Few knew of their existence and most were reserved to government departments and officials with the appropriate security clearance. However, that was about to change as AXS-062 would be the first Avoxxis to join a Corps squad in the battle field.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#f47319">“How basic is basic?”</span> Ylona queried as she stared squarely at the bioweapon, responding to Dr. Kahn’s previous remarks with regards to AXS-062’s melee and artillery knowledge. Maintaining distance unlike Ylona however, the male officer observed AXS-062’s interactions with his arms across his chest. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#f47319">“For all we know, <i>basic</i> in Sol-Soon refers to S-grade weapons.”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">“Ah, yes, standard interstellar and local police issue weaponry, Officer.”</span> Dr. Kahn elaborated as Dr. Boyle placed the holotablet flat on her palm and activated a hologram of various firearms and equipment issued to the Earth’s authorities. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">“We believe that anything higher would be best left to those licensed to carry it.”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#f47319">“A wise choice, Doctor.”</span> Briefly, Ylona grinned at the male scientist before returning her attention to the blonde with speculative dark eyes. One of her hands held AXS-062’s as she glanced towards the lab-coated people. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#f47319">“Would you mind if I tested her motor skills and such?”</span><br/>
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Dr. Kahn shook his head, gesturing towards the pale weapon. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">“By all means. It’s what the testing zone is made for anyway.”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#f47319">“Perfect!”</span> Ylona raised the hand she held overhead, their palms flat against one another. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#f47319">“AXS-062—alright, that is a mouthful and sounds tacky. We’re going to get you a proper name without numbers later. I’m Officer Ylona Nazarov and that’s Officer Langdon Basche, our tech specialist. Our profiles have probably already been forwarded to you but it’s always nice to have a little introduction to have a great working relationship with each other. We’ll be teammates from now on! For now, I’d like you to follow my movements, okay?”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#429aaf">“I will.”</span> AXS-062 acknowledged with a nod, her tone lacking in the perky intonation of the woman in front of her. It mattered not, however, as Ylona stepped away from her, reached for the ceiling, and bent to touch her toes with a bit of difficulty due to her uniform. The bioweapon mimicked her without fail. Ylona’s poses became more complex as they continued much to the amusement of the scientists and the exasperation of Officer Basche. Yet AXS-062 exhibited no difficulties in twisting her body the way Ylona did with her own, flaunting the flexibilities of their frames.<br/>
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When Commander Drennen entered along with Dr. Won and Officer Mikhail, Ylona and AXS-062 had extended their legs back and above, their bodies nearly parallel to the floor, while holding their upraised foots overhead, a stance requiring focus and balance. Such requirements shattered when the commander’s voice thundered in the room.<br/>
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Immediately, Ylona abandoned her antics and her pose, like how one would drop burning items in their possession, as she faced her superior with a hand leveled to the edge of her brow. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#f47319">“Commander Drennen!”</span> A sheepish yet serious expression was etched on the woman whilst she saluted him as her younger brother’s laughter echoed through the room. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#f47319">“As the stealth and infiltration specialist of the team, I was measuring AXS-062’s flexibility and agility to gauge her abilities, sir!”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#775288">“Commander Drennen.”</span> Langdon saluted as well from where he stood, dutifully disregarding the discord that was ensuing about him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#775288">“It’s good to see you, sir. For the record, I didn’t want to do anything to it—her, until you guys arrived.”</span><br/>
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Erstwhile, AXS-062 sank from Ylona’s pose to a stand much more sedately than the other woman. Unlike the two officers who arrived earlier, she didn’t welcome the commander with a salute. Instead, with a boldness born of possible ignorance or insouciance, the Avoxxis leveled her icy irises with the commander as she stepped towards him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#429aaf">“Commander of the 4th Regiment and of Operation AXS-062Task Force, Canaan Drennen.”</span> She recited, her voice without the warmth the officers had for the man but not less authoritative. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#429aaf">“The AXS-062 is at your squad’s disposal. Sol-Soon Advanced Genetics values your team’s contribution and participation to the advancement of mankind. <i>Natura nihil facit</i>, Commander.”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#d81c25">“Measuring flexibility and agility?”</span> Mikhail repeated in a mocking tone as he rounded on the Avoxxis, examining her in the same manner as his older sister did. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#d81c25">“If you wanna test a weapon, Ylona, you oughta pull its trigger not test it with some yoga stretches.”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">“Perhaps,”</span> Dr. Kahn interfered, raising a finger thoughtfully, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">“but use of firearms are prohibited, Officer. If you’d like, you may engage AXS-062 with hand-to-hand or close-range combat before you leave SSAG. Dr. Boyle, our data programmer for AXS-062, has uploaded some basic martial arts styles to the Avoxxis, I believe. She’s sturdier than she looks.”</span><br/>​</div></div></div></div>