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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:#f47319">“I can just <i>feel</i> the trust, Commander.”</span> Ylona groused lightheartedly whilst she stepped away from the new arrivals and stood by Basche’s side, unwilling to summon the Commander’s ire at the very first day the squad was reunited on a mission. The older Nazarov usually reserved that for day five of their operations. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#f47319">“But for the record, she’s totally a 10 in my flexibility scale. Perfectly suitable for infiltrations.” </span><br/>
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However, her sprightly demeanor was dispelled once AXS-062 spoke to Commander Drennen in a manner that made Ylona cringe, a reaction that was reflected on Basche but was lost on her brother. Some ounce of respect was paramount when addressing one’s superior; of which was nonexistent in AXS-062 conduct. It was a social faux pas that Ylona intended to rectify the moment they left Sol-Soon. She doubted anyone else in the team would be a good influence on AXS-062 other than herself. Basche was as socially stunted as the Avoxxis, Mickey would likely teach her socially unacceptable nuances just to fuck with her, and the Commander would possibly treat her more like his handguns rather than a human member of the squad—well, superhuman to be accurate.<br/>
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After all, that was what the Avoxxis was: super<i>human</i>.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#f47319">“Not everyone is as trigger-happy as you are, Mickey.” </span> Ylona rolled her eyes at Mikhail’s gibe, her frustration at how her squadmates perceived AXS-062 audible in her sigh. When Mickey was satisfied of his inspection of the tall blonde, he stood by her side, gifting her with the opportunity to swat his arm in chastisement. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#f47319">“Save that for the battlefield.” </span><br/>
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Although Ylona bantered with her little brother, her attention was affixed on the stiff-standoff between AXS-062 and the Commander whilst she listened to the discussion between the creators and the keeper. Despite how the decorated officer towered over the woman by a few inches, the Avoxxis exhibited no concern over his glare as he conversed with one of the scientists, boldly meeting his gaze head on. Ylona had been on the receiving end of that look once upon a time; it was the embodiment of the that age old adage <i>‘if looks could kill’</i>. The pale female was immovable and sylphlike, dissimilar to Ylona’s leanness, but not for a second did the older Nazarov doubt that the Avoxxis could hold her own against the Commander.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#d81c25">“I feel like I’m looking at a clash of the titans.” </span> Mikhail muttered underneath his breath, nodding towards the Commander and the Avoxxis. The cocky-bastard smile, which Ylona often saw on her brother when he was about to make a career out of antagonizing his victim of the day, was embedded on his lips. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#d81c25">“I sure as <i>hell</i> wouldn’t mind being on clean-up duty if I see the big man tapping out against that thing just once.” </span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#775288">“You do realize that one of them doesn’t consider surrendering as an option and is beyond stubborn while the other one is a command-directed machine who feels no pain, right?” </span> Basche remarked objectively, his statements undoubtedly backed by observation and research on both of the characters before them. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#775288">“It’d be a fight to death.”</span><br/>
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When the Commander called Basche’s attention, the tech specialist was compelled to approach and halt an arm’s length away from AXS-062. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#775288">“According to her specs, surprisingly, she runs on regular of six to eight hours of sleep but definitely can run on less. Same nutrition intake as we do but MREs could also do the job. Her physiology is very similar to us but there are certain innovations tha—”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#f47319">“That went <i>way</i> over your head, Basche.”</span> Ylona commented as she situated herself behind AXS-062, her brother flanking the Commander, just as Canaan interviewed the Avoxxis. Her digits combed through the flaxen locks secured in a ponytail, its silky texture just like as she expected from a physically flawless creation. Peering past the Avoxxis’s shoulder to meet the Commander’s gaze, she spoke out of turn for good reason. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#f47319">“Commander, AXS-062 is a lot to say. Permission to call her something else? To save time and for convenience’s sake?”</span> While the reasons Ylona enumerated were valid, her ulterior motive was also partly for the smooth integration of the Avoxxis into the team, and also because she wanted to call the only other girl in the team with a cute nickname. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#f47319">“I suggest we name her ‘Avielle’. It has a nice ring—”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#d81c25">“You wanna name the android now?”</span> Mickey interjected jeeringly, his bows pursed, his features skeptical. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#d81c25">“What next? Sleep with it?”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#f47319">“—to it. Plus, we can nickname her Avi.”</span> Despite of her brother’s incredulous words, Ylona was undeterred in her endeavor, the syrupy beam on her visage ever bright and persuasive. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#f47319">“What do you think, Commander?”</span><br/>
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The approval Ylona so direly wished for remained undetermined when the Avoxxis abruptly responded to the Commander’s inquiry. AXS-062 spoke in a monotonous voice that held no room for reservations as to whether or not she was deceiving him; her tone was sure, her words crystal. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#429aaf">“You and your team have a conscience whereas I do not. If a time comes where you and yours might be beholden to your morality and ethics at a critical moment that endangers the success of a mission, I will complete the job for you. If your officers are ensnared in a deadly and inescapable crossfire, you need only say the word and I’ll extract them through whatever means necessary—including my demise. I am who you send in an operation with no definite success or no return, Commander.”</span><br/>
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<i>What in the world did Sol-Soon create?</i> Ylona wondered as she poised herself alongside the Avoxxis, staring at the supersoldier with a hurricane of emotions roiling within her. Awe. Pity. Dread. <i>Am I wrong? Is she still human with this level of single-mindedness?</i><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">“We didn’t program her to say that.”</span> Dr. Won proclaimed pointedly and proudly, addressing the Commander’s woes earlier whilst she faced him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">“As what my colleagues have mentioned, AXS-062 is the first organic Avoxxis. This model is different from those that preceded her, mainly because she was born in a woman—one who was carefully selected and qualified to harbor what we developed—until her second trimester before extracted and augmented with cybernetics. Like Dr. Kahn said, technology speeded things up for us. Our methods in creating AXS-062 may be frowned upon but she is one of the best to have come out of this lab. We humans can fight against one another in this war, Commander, but the Avoxxis will fight for humanity when the time comes that we can no longer fight ourselves.”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">“I’ve sent her, um, dossier to Officer Basche. It’s encrypted and only those in Operation AXS-062 can view it. But, in summary, this model knows the basics, but it has yet to be applied beyond simulation. We’ve also taken the illness known as congenital insensitivity to pain or CIP and turned it into an advantage by mutating her gene. This numbed her physical pain sensors. The same goes with emotions. We find that it’s a hindrance for one serving the Corps.”</span> Dr. Boyle chirped, finally looking up from her holotablet. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">“As you may know, AXS-062 is the first of her kind. If you find anything unusual or have any further questions, please don’t hesitate to contact or visit us. We largely prefer the latter so that we could run diagnostics on her and decide whether or not she should be replaced.”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">“If you’ll excuse me, Officers, I must inform General Sugawara of your arrival.”</span> Dr. Won announced, striding towards the doors, her words echoing. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">“Please feel free to utilize the zone to assess AXS-062’s capabilities. Otherwise, Dr. Kahn will be happy to escort you out.”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#d81c25">“When she said <i>to assess capabilities</i>,”</span> Mikhail asked as he turned his attention from Dr. Won’s disappearance to the Commander, an unbelievably harmless countenance on his face. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#d81c25">“did she mean a brawl or…?”</span>​</div></div></div></div>