Cipher Nine.
The name rattled in her head. That was who she was now.
You will only answer to Cipher Nine
She had protested, and Watcher Two had reassured her that she would get used to it.
She knew she wouldn't.
Ashvara sighed, drawing her knees closer to herself as she sat on the bed in the ship. She didn't like it felt cold, lifeless, there was no soul in the shiny durasteel. It was like everything the Empire made, homogenous, efficient and so cold.
Kaliyo was on board, probably still in the lounge and even with the presence of another she felt more isolated than ever.
She'd lost her home, lost her family, her freedom. It felt like her name was the only thing she had left.
She'd lost that too.
She took a deep breath, attempting to settle herself.
She had a job to do, as much as she didn't want to do it.