It all happened in less than a second. Once Myrn plugged the final cable into Sev's back her consciousness left her body and floated in a seemingly endless void. At least when you're in space you have stars, nebula and planets to gaze at. This wasn't the case in cyberspace. Suddenly a pinprick of light poked through the darkness followed by an intense brightness. Sev found herself surrounded by all manner of lights and code just floating in the space around her. It was a little overwhelming since she hadn't been on the Net for awhile now. She floated through the space until she found the program that she wanted to activate. Sev thought to herself how funny it was that this actually used to be a part of her brain. She reached out with a hand completely made of blue light and code to activate the simulation program. Sev only had to think in order to manipulate the Annex from that point on. The light and code that surrounded Sev began to shift and move to form ground under her feet. From the ground the code crawled up to create walls and sides of buildings and from there it created an artificial sky. Sev had successfully managed to recreate the alley where she'd first encountered Six. Every single detail from the miscellaneous puddles on the ground to the ships flying along the skyline. The grime and sand of the alleyway began to materialize under Sev's boots. Once the scene had completed, Six began to materialize as well. A slender column of red light and code emerged from the ground before shifting and into a perfect recreation of Six, heated knife in hand. Thankfully this digital version of her sister wasn't much for small talk. The digital construct of Six pounced towards Sev, utilizing some of the techniques that Sev recognized. Sev managed to hold her own in the brawl, going on the defensive so that she could observe her sister and look for tells in her movements. Six' attacks seemed wild and unpredictable at first but there was a method to her madness. It took a few moments for Sev to realize that Six only went for killing blows and if she wasn't able to capitalize on that then she would move to attack vitals in order to cripple her. Sev stood her ground and defeated Six in a couple of very brief rounds of combat. The data that she was gathering was going to be vital in surviving against Six in the real world. With each win Sev bumped up the difficulty of the simulation until she inevitably reached a level that she couldn't win against. The electrical feedback that she received from the injuries in the simulation hurt in a real enough way that she was motivated to apply what she'd learned in order to win. About 20 or 30 fights in, Sev began receiving notifications in her heads-up display. They turned out to be suggestions for weapons and enhancements that she'd long forgotten about. In the real world a wry grin tugged at the unconscious Sev's lips.
	  Several of Myrn's makeshift bots brought over a small foldout table and sat it down between her and Nessa before bringing over a very well made tea set and setting the table. [color=ed1c24]"Meh don know about a technology scale"[/color], her islander accent slipped, [color=ed1c24]"Everything that I know about robotics and technology I had to learn for myself. Sometimes for survival and sometimes for fun. I've just always had a knack for this sort of thing"[/color]. She reached out and picked up the teacup in front of her before blowing on it and taking a sip. She shot a quick thumbs-up at the group of bots and they responded with their own awkward version with their claws and pincers before scuttling off in every direction. Myrn wiped some lingering grease from her hand onto the legs of her jumpsuit. [color=ed1c24]"Sev wasn't always like this ya know"[/color], her gaze was fixed on the far corner of the cavern where Sev was hooked up, [color=ed1c24]"She practically raised me in a way. Back then she was fun and a lot less serious. Or at least not as serious as she is now. Eni, go get the thing"[/color], she commanded one of the bots that resembled a spider with four clawed legs. The tiny bot leaped into action and began traversing the room, making it's way towards a small storage container next to the massive plush bed. It returned moments later and placed a well worn photograph on the table. Myrn slid the photo towards Nessa's side of the table. There were several people featured in this photo. One was clearly Sev only her hair had been shaven extremely short and there was a very obvious surgical scar on her head. She was smiling, and not the half interested smirk that she does now, this was a genuine smile like she was in the middle of laughing. The android actually looked happy. A younger version of Myrn was being held in Sev's arms. Her face was covered in grease and her hair was a wild and tangled mess of red. Next to them was a young boy that looked to be around Myrn's age at the time of the photo. His hair was the same fiery red as Myrn's except it was twisted into short dreadlocks. The young man was proudly holding up a small fish by it's tail. Another woman was leaning onto Sev's shoulder. She appeared to be human and probably in her mid 30's or so. Her dark brown skin glistened with sweat, enough to soak through the fatigues that she wore. Her navy blue curly, textured hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Her eyes were seemed to match her hair color and they were fixed on Sev. Most importantly there was a sidearm holstered to her leg. The very same one that Sev carries to this day. A couple of alien figures could be seen in the background. They appeared to be semi-aquatic but they were hard to make out. [color=ed1c24]"All of us learned how to fish that day"[/color], Myrn chimed in, [color=ed1c24]"I just wish that she didn't have to fight or hide anymore. It's all that she's ever known. And ever since Aman-"[/color], Myrn caught herself and promptly cut her next statement off with a sip of tea. [color=ed1c24]"Nevermind, I'm just rambling now"[/color].
	

	Six had been sitting in the surgical chair for what felt like days as Mother and her lab assistants worked to repair the damage that had been done to her body. Small needle-like robotic arms poked and prodded at her shoulder, knitting the circuitry and infusing more nanomachines into her body to aid in her recovery. Hours later most of the wounds she'd sustained bad been repaid completely however the remains of her arm had been detached from the shoulder down. Mother had spent the majority of her time at a workbench piecing together a replacement. Six just sat silently, almost too afraid to speak which was a rarity. Finally Mother approached holding the replacement arm. It was as elegant as the one Six had previously however it was different. The most obvious feature was that it was completely black. The metal was the color of obsidian and twice as durable. The fingers and joints were segmented as if it belonged to a suit of samurai armor instead of a person. Mother moved to begin the process of attaching the new limb to Six. [color=f26522]"Mother, why doesn't this arm match the one that I had"[/color], Six asked quietly. Mother didn't answer her right away, she just continued to work on attaching the arm. Occasional sparks flying from the tool she was using to fuse the connections. [color=f9ad81]"This is your punishment"[/color], she said simply, [color=f9ad81]"Every time that you return to me after failing to retrieve Seven, I will replace something of yours with something....Ugly"[/color]. Six averted her gaze from Mother as she worked. The woman's words echoed inside of her mind. The two of them sat in an uncomfortable silence until the procedure was finally complete. [color=f9ad81]"Observe the additional features of your arm before you enter the field again"[/color], Mother informed Six, [color=f9ad81]"Do not fail me again"[/color]. With that she gathered her tools and assistants and left the androids quarters promptly, leaving her with nothing but the ambient sounds of the ship. She was in the middle of zipping up her stealth suit when the door to her room suddenly slid open once again. "Ma'am", the Elite recruit said with a salute.
	[color=f26522]"Have you ever heard of knocking private"[/color], Six's orange eyes could've killed the young woman with the glare that she was giving.
"I'm sorry ma'am", the recruit continued, "But your presence is being requested in the medical bay". 
	[color=f26522]"Alright, I'll be there"[/color], Six sighed, [color=f26522]"Dismissed soldier"[/color]. 
	The recruit saluted once again before turning on her heel to leave. Six wondered what her companion had gotten herself into and why they would bother her of all people. She flexed her new arm and just looked at it for a few moments. It was a monstrosity, and now so was she. With a sigh she made her way through the blast door of her room and into the busy corridors of the ship and headed towards the medical bay.