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<b>ACCESS LOG</b></span> --&gt; <i><b><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">DOSSIER</span></b> <b><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">LOOKUP</span>.</b></i></span></span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(51, 102, 0)"><span style="font-size: 15px"><b>CDR. CANAAN DRENNEN</b></span></span><br/>
<span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(51, 102, 0)"><i><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">CURRENT STATUS --&gt; ACTIVE.</span></i></span></span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(51, 102, 0)"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span style="font-size: 9px">access to subject records: denied.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)"><span style="font-size: 10px">Clearly, poking at Won's little science experiment without even so much as <i>holding off</i> until he could be there to evaluate this things' general directives and demeanor was yet again beyond Ylona's control. This hadn't been the first time something like this had happened without his supervision and it probably wouldn't be the last - but much like her brother had his flaws, she had hers - and they were both damn valuable assets to the team. He addressed her first before relieving Basche of his somewhat shaken ten-hut.<br/>
</span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 10px">"Of course you were. <i>At ease, Specialist.</i>"<br/>
</span></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)"><span style="font-size: 10px">The Commander regarded both of his squadmates with a solemn nod as he approached AXS-062, and as he did the first decision he made was that the bodysuit would have to go. This engineered human - no matter how much more punishment her body could take compared to his would need a set of decent combat armor fitted stat. The second thing he noticed was a head of unnaturally blonde hair, pulled up into a high ponytail and straightened as if she were already gearing to head into battle. Corps. regs usually require any female recruits' hair to be cut above the shoulders at all times, would that also be an aspect of AXS-062 that would have to be adjusted before being put to use? For something that has been put on such a pedestal of perfection, the Commander was already busy taking note of all the little detriments to her tactical usefulness, as opposed to his squadmates who obviously are eager to throw her into action. <br/>
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Perhaps what was most jarring to the Commander was the lack of respect the experiment put forth when her cold eyes met his. There were no salutes or pleasantries - but those were the least of his concerns at that moment. When she spoke her voice deemed to be hollow and emotionless to him. Was this the "improvement" built off of the first-generation Avoxii or the same face with a different number?<br/>
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He did not immediately respond though his scrutinizing gaze never left "hers". He spoke to this Dr. Khan over his shoulder.<br/>
</span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"Dr. Won mentioned that this is one of the first Avoxxis to be entirely organic. Not my field of expertise, but the way it talks seems programmed. No human I've ever known is this cold. Well, except maybe the badge one rung above me..."<br/>
</span></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">Dr. Khan piped up in his reply, scholarly yet restrained. Layman's terms. Good. Anything more complicated and the scientist would be talking to a brick wall.<br/>
</span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"AXS-062 seems that way because she's been <i>genetically</i> e<i>ngineered </i>to be, Commander. She's fully articulate without the burden of restraint or conscience - every little movement is done with a purpose. This is nothing but pure human potential, unlocked<i>, </i>and now you have the opportunity to use it to your advantage."<br/>
</span></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">The Commander kept his gaze to the serial number standing directly in front of him. <i>Fully articulate without the burden of restraint or conscience</i>. Even more flaws to pick apart.<br/>
</span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"The 'burden of restraint' is what tends to keep recon agents from giving up valuable intel when they're being interrogated by enemy. What's to stop AXS-062 from keeping its' mouth shut if somebody lights a fire under its' ass?"<br/>
</span></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)"><span style="font-size: 10px">A sigh from behind, followed by the sound of shuffling feet.<br/>
</span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 77)"><span style="font-size: 10px">"You say it like we never took that into consideration when we started this project. Her <i>directives </i>will keep her in line, but she needs concise directives. If you tell her to stay quiet no matter what she will."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 10px">"So it is programmed then? Its' been engineered, its' brain's been mapped to a certain state of mind and, apparently, its' already looked over my dossier. How is all of this possible without the help of cybernetics?"<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 77)"><span style="font-size: 10px">"The science of it all is... probably a bit more complex than you'd be able to understand. Er, <i>no offense</i>, of course Commander -"<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 10px">"None taken. You've done a good job of keeping it dumbed down already, doc. Make this as simple as you can."<br/>
</span></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)"><span style="font-size: 10px">Commander Drennen tore his eyes away from the experiment and turned away as he crossed his arms over his chest, brows furrowing in focus. Before he could take this thing on a test run he'd need to squeeze every possible bit of information out of the project leads.<br/>
</span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 77)">"Cybernetics <i>were</i> a part of her development, but the the truth goes deeper than that. Simply put; the cybernetics are a part of her, not simply implants. It's in her DNA."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"That makes no sense. Only organic species have DNA, as far as I know."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 77)">"It makes perfect sense. One thing that is common across all species of the system and everything manufactured or born is the matter and atomic makeup. By integrating technology gradually with organic DNA, we were able to <i>speed along</i> the evolutionary process, for lack of a better term. Of course many trials and failures lead up to this success but we have been putting all of our resources into this line of Avoxxii for longer than you realize. Please, don't let that intimidate you."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"I'm not intimidated by this, whatever it is. Especially if it's already been told to follow <i>my</i> orders."<br/>
</span></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">Dr. Khan cracks a smile.<br/>
</span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 77)">"Ah, but you should be intimidated by her, should you not? She's quick, intelligent, and after we release her into your custody she's ruthless, but she will not turn her gun on you or your squad. We've seen to this. If you would like, I could forward a more detailed dossier to your General."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"Being conditioned against intimidation comes with spec ops training, doc. As long as this thing shoots when I tell it to it won't get in the way. That dossier would probably be just as lost on Sugawara as it would be on me, anyway. Forward it to Basche."<br/>
</span></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">With that, the Commander turned his attention back towards AXS-062. With his head held high he took a moment to examine her more closely. Unlike Mikhail he did not circle her like a vulture to carrion. Instead, Drennen opted to examine her steely expression and attentive posture. In a bid to gauge just how reactive the Avoxxis could be he called the attention of Basche. If this thing was as human as Dr. Won and Dr. Khan insisted, would it respond to being antagonized or would its' inhuman restraint translate to all interaction? His face had been hardened into a stony expression of professionalism ever since he'd set foot into the SSAG labs but now his emotions betray him as a single corner of his lips curled up ever-so-slightly. He probably should be beyond this game at some point, someone had to be the mature one in this band of clowns after all - but something deep within the officer was clamoring to witness this.<br/>
</span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"What do you make of this, Specialist Basche? Does AXS-062 come with rechargeable batteries or do you think it runs on solar energy?"<br/>
</span></span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">Drennen did not wait long for a response. He held the slight smirk for a moment longer before finally acknowledging the fair-haired Avoxxis with a reply, expression returning to one appropriate for picking up a kid to take on babysitting duty.<br/>
</span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"AXS-062. Your engineers tell me you've been trained for multiple different tactical scenarios, but I want to hear it from you. What exactly can you offer my squad that I don't already have at my disposal?"</span></span></span>​</div>