Session 1: Alexander Tusken

Official Transcript between former spymaster of the Jennerit Imperium, Deande, and the unnamed individual called Being for this session, later knew as 'Alexander Tusken'. Audio log attached.

(Beginning of recorded session)
Deande: Welcome to my office, now could you... come out of your armor?
Being: I... Yes, I can, just a moment.
(Hissing sound before feet stepped onto the metal flooring, the tone metal)
Being: I... just feel... more safer in my armor, Ma'am.

Deande: No doubt about it, but I can't seat a hefty mech suit in my chairs, so we have to settle with this. Take a seat, if you will.
Being: Yes, Ma'am.
Deande: You have a sense of personal responsibility, I would question you about your training, but that would not be the role of the session here.
Being: Of course, Ma'am.
Deande: Now, tell me, you were subject as the attacker of Battleborn personnel, what caused this behavior?

(Small shuffle before Deande spoke again)
Deande: if you don't want to talk about it, then I can not fault you, but you must understand that they were trusted members among the company here, despite their history.
Being: Indeed, the Silent Sister Ambra and the girl with her bonded Guayota ally, neither even realizing that their link had become more than semi.
(The sound of writing stopped)
Deande: Hold on, what do you mean by 'semi', they are... Don't do that, that was a complete subject change.

Being: But, it must also surprise people that, due to the Guayota species' hostile behavior, it is also shocking that something like this is a rare occurrence, threats may be exchanged between Guayota and subject, but anything that could be keeping the creature with the host would also be affecting the subject, in worst-case situations, it's like removing a puzzle piece, you lose that piece, the puzzle will never be complete and that opens up with ill-effects in the long run.
Deande: ...Can you focus on this session, please?
Being: Oh, sorry...
Deande: Back to the matter at hand, you attacked one of the Battleborn and almost killed her.
Being: She was a Jennerit...

Deande: Explain that to me, if you can.
Being: With Rendain's actions, any Jennerit was viewed as... an enemy, I was not too fond of the order or commands that said so, but with the unease and tensions back before I... well, I was driven by duty, but that could have been a side-effect from my preserved identity inside my initial machine.
Deande: And how long were you on the desert...
Being: The moon was called Bogmire IV, for its planetary rotation around the initial planet that was littered with swamp and disease, so my division settled on the moon and colonized it for our plans, but that was a problem as we were operating outside standard United Peacekeeping Republic command and we were more like... 'let's build war machines to crush Rendain, we don't need any other faction!', I can see that plan went up in flame, put out and someone threw in a seed to grow something out of it.
(A sigh came out)

Deande: You are full of knowledge, it would seem, but why attack the pair in the armory?
Being: I had finished working on my new armor as it had seen too much time to work properly, geared up and wanted to leave as I thought there would be more Jennerit coming to get me, but my sensors went off and I confronted the pair, though it was saying they were Jennerit, I wasn't sure about it, but I was not all that good with guesses and moved to attack.
Deande: Then you must realize that you only actually attacked Ambra, one of the few Jennerits of the Battleborn and the pair in the armory were Shayne and Aurox, they are from the Rogue Faction.
Being: Rogue?
Deande: They have either lived their lives in Solus or fled there among the other misfits, renegades, and criminals, forming the Rogue Faction, some once a part of the UPR or the Eldrid.

(A masked sigh came out as the being slid forward)
Being: Aye aye aye, my armor needs some SEVERE work if I am going to be wandering again.
Deande: Don't worry about wandering, we would gladly take you on as a Battleborn... provided that you make some amends to the crew and Nova, who must be listening in...
Nova: Hello.
Deande: ...Damn it...

Being: ...Would it not do to have a Magnus listening in, I mean... it is not like we can Order her Two mind our private quarters Four a bit, even the Access would be invading our own thoughts at Regular times.
Deande: ...What did you...?
Nova: ...ACCESS CODE ACCEPTED, UPR OVERRIDE CODE ZERO-TWO-FOUR IN EFFECT.
Being: ...Well, crap.
(End of recording session)

(Resume of recording session)
Deande: Well, that just happened, you have just unleashed a Magnus lockdown upon us all.
Being: How the hell was I suppose to know that the ship Magnus was still using an old LLC coding measure to keep her running, the lockup and data stream often tells a lot more of a Magnus.
Deande: ...I would not jump to the belief that you are commenting on Nova's... unique behavior and position on this ship, but if I did...
Being: Right... sorry.

Deande: Still, this tells much about you, you have mechanical skills in your blood?
Being: Been there from age five, got rigged up at nineteen, but the pieces and parts were meant to ensure my life's safety, not really, REALLY threaten it, some of those guys in the engineering corp were more fidget than work, hell, I even got to take apart a Viper, put it back together, and make it look and feel a WHOLE lot better and with a better handling than those goofs.
Deande: ...You... took apart a Viper!?
Being: Is... that a shock...?
Deande: ...I... need a moment, we can continue this session later and with better focus.

(End of recording session)

Ghalt was on his way to the living quarters when Deande soon came out of the room that she had designated as her theapy chambers, holding a small list in hand before she sighed. "Bad time with the new guy?"
"Something like that, Captain..." The spy mistress mused as she took a moment and then spoke. "In the few moments with him, he had managed to severely throw me off, he appears to be well-versed with his knowledge, mechanical engineering the core of his being, but that... is only a brief give of his abilities."
"Come on, it can't be too bad. Let's give him a chance, I do have a small mission that he could partake in." Ghalt sighed as he moved past the spy mistress before touching the door. "if it really bothers you, then you can make another attempt of cracking the guy open, 'kay?" Deande, having paused to listened, nodded before she headed back to her room. Ghalt entered to the room and leaned against the frame as the individual was working on the exosuit and really took in his new appearance. His legs were replaced with sizable metal legs and his right arm was replaced with metal to the elbow while the left hand was metal. The chest was transfixed with an advanced life system and plating with his lower mouth was covered with the new respirator as the chest under the UPR uniform heaved and panted. The captain shook his head as he spoke. "Hey... you got a name or did Deande fail to get you to say?"
"Nay, she didn't ask for my name, I was throwing her off for a bit." He got back into the machine and it sealed up, the eyes lighting up as the machine stood up. "If you have no reason to hold me here..."
"Trust me, I got a mission, if you are willing to join in it." Ghalt gestured the mech to follow as the pair headed to the briefing room when Kleese nodded before speaking.

"Welcome back, Captain and 'mystery soldier', it looks to be we are ready despite Deande's moment of pause." The old man rolled his eyes as he activated the holomap and brought up a section of the Detritus Ring. "Now, I believe your fearless Valkyrie has something to say."
"Screw you too, Kleese, this is a matter of worry." Reyna scowled as she turned back to the map. "It had almost passed my attention, but one of the pirate 'lords' called Regular Maw had been assembling a sizable force to take control of the Ring with Rendain's defeat, now believing that he has a chance to take over." Reyna wore a grimace as she spoke. "My Rogues would have to deal with this, but considering how badly hurt my power pair were..."
"I'll do it..." The being spoke without a pause as the members looked at it as it looked up. "Even if it is not Rendain or the Varelsi, a lack of unity could be more damaging in the long run than a simple incursion, give me a place to strike."
Reyna huffed in a playful tone. "Well, you're eager, but let's see what you can do." Reyna detailed a further detail where a shipyard was evident on the piece of asteroid. "Good news, Maw still has his followers gathered up, bad news is that they could be preparing for any attacks to break it up, I expect any aid that you are provide in the long haul, alright, kid?"
"Let's focus on entry, Reyna." Ghalt said as he charted a path on the wider portion. "We can't risk a frontal assault, we would be torn apart without mercy, we need to approach this with caution."

"I know of one route..." Reyna sighed as she pointed at it, a narrow path in-between the floating rocks. "It is called the Tyrant's Trench and it is known as the suicide run among us Rogues..."