[center][color=Skyblue][h3][u][b] Y A Z M I N    M I R A J [/b][/u][/h3][/color][i]0630[/i][/center]
Yazmin looked towards Commander Hale, a momentary look of wonder crossing her face at the sight of the woman's smile and friendly wave. Back in UNF, the only person who treated her with fondness and warmth was her maker, Anton Miraj. He was both a father and a friend. Perhaps her relationship with Kate Miraj, the clone designated as "I," can be treated as some sort of competitive sibling relationship. But whatever relationship they may have, there was never really any warmth in it. For years, they went about their duties like mindless drones, with a pre-programmed goal of surpassing each other so that one day, they may go head to head with the Ordo Sanctus and bring an end to the horror the terrorists bring. At least that was how Yazmin saw Kate before the inhibitor chip had been removed from her. The moment she was free, she often wondered how Kate would behave after her own chip was removed and she had looked forward to it. But Kate had been one of the last few that Anton worked on. Removing the chip from UNF's ace clone pilot held that danger that they would be found out. She was sure Anton knew it. And on hind sight, maybe he was even ready for it, ready for his eventual death because of it. She always did wonder why Ordine was missing its locator chip when she had boarded it to escape. Did he mean for her to be the only survivor? 

A second encrypted message had been sent to her a few seconds after Anton's message had arrived. In her rush to go to the scientist, she had pushed it aside and only opened it when she arrived at Ordo's base hours later.

[b][i]Take care of yourself, Yaz. Live free. Kate.[/i][/b] A simple, straightforward message. But it evoked such a strong emotion in her that she found herself crying for the first time in her entire life. Her tears seemed to flow out endlessly for hours, Anotn's, Kate's and the other clones' bloodied, lifeless bodies in her mind. In Kate's last moments, in her awakened state, she had thought about Yazmin and had cared enough to tell her to take care of herself. Did she feel fear when they struck her down? Did she curse her unnaturally created life?

With these thoughts running through her head, she made her way toward the Commander, a raven haired beauty that had immediately taken her in when she arrived. Yazmin knew that the commander herself had doubts about her and about why she was there. Yazmin saw it in her eyes as the older woman stared at her that day she arrived. But no matter her doubts, the captain provided her with shelter and even housed Ordine in the hangar. Of course, she was sure that guards have been placed to watch her. She could almost feel the rifles aimed at her head, ready to shoot if she made one wrong move. The 22-year-old didn't mind it. She understood the need for caution. 

The confidence in the commander's voice perked her up and she found herself smiling. Once again, Yazmin compared her life in the UNF to her new life in Ordo. Sure, the accommodations in this place was a lot less comfortable but the people seemed warmer, more genuine... at least to a clone's point of view.

Yazmin stopped and stood beside the blonde haired captain and her thoughts shifted to her. Captain Aura Renae Kalstov. She was a lot older than she was but like Commander Hale, she exhibited the same warmth and friendliness to her subordinates. She wondered briefly what the taller woman thought of her, a deserter of the UNF. Did she know that Yazmin was an artificially grown human? She let the thoughts roll around in her head as they waited for Sergeant Neil Edwards to join them.