Idarah

Everything in the Tyrena medical facility proceeded like any other day. With the discharge of Jaina Jade Skywalker and Mr. Montar, very little changed. The files were still kept and maintained. The floors were cleaned. More patients were discharged, including the victims of the CoreSec HQ terrorist attack. Doctors and Nurses plodded along with their usual lives and nothing significant or unusual happened. Dr. Herrus Janspear and the Selonian Nurse, Kano Orivec, were of particular note, due to their close interaction with the patients in question. But their noteworthy interactions seemed to run out there. All of the officials regarded them as more of the rank-in-file. They were card-carrying medical professionals and would thus pass any inspection given to them. Yet, both Janspear and Orivec made discreet data drop-offs with the same procedure. Each one of them was subtle with their examinations - or in the case of Janspear, not so subtle - and wrote notes about their patient's diagnoses. These notes were then processed through their datapads, digitally signed and authenticated by them, copied three times, and sent to their usual locations. As was the medical procedure, the data went to all approved channels. But the third copy of their notes and records went to another place. Janspear and Orivec typed a special codeword into their datapads and the third copy of their notes was sent to an exterior hub. This hub transferred the digital information through an encrypted channel to several locations. The codeword was: PARAGON

An ad, professionally polished and gleaming with cheesy overzealous pride, bloomed to life on the Holonet broadcasting system. It was bright and flashy, and the spokesperson was a gorgeous zabrak female. Her eyes glittered like starlight. Her hair, raven black, draped behind her and was held together in an ornate golden braid. Her skin was pale and her cheeks were slightly rosy with a hint of brown freckles at the apex of each cheekbone. The Zabrak smiled and a logo prominently displayed underneath her picture, at the bottom right corner of the screen. It was an Arkanian pharmaceutical company logo; a company well renowned for their premier medicines and medical treatments. “Hello, sir, madam or anything and everything in between. Do you find yourself hanging on to unsightly weight or body fat? Does your species not normally carry sacks of extra weight around? Do you feel as if, although aesthetic sensibilities are not a problem to you, you are uncomfortable with that extra luggage? If so, we here, at the Charickos Pharmaceutical company, are experimenting with a new drug that will do away with such pesky weight problems. If you would like to participate in trials, simply go to your local medical facility and apply. We will provide modest compensation and you will help us take another step forward in revolutionary Medical practices. Thank you, and have a nice day.” The ad closed with a small jingle that was pleasant to almost every ear. The Zabrak disappeared and the ad switched to another program about the war with the Sith. Is the Remnant going too far?

The meeting ended as all the meetings typically did. Idarah was the only exception. Arcanus sat in the conference room. The lights were dim and he sat alone. His form was composed and silent as Idarah read back the minutes. And he quietly took stock of all the business that was conducted. The Beta Terminus Station was registering good numbers on the other side of the galaxy. The Corellian offices were lagging a little, but keeping at a good pace. The results on planet Cerea looked promising but inconclusive. The cloning facilities on Kamino, Coruscant and Nar Shadaa were busy collecting DNA from anyone that they cloned and each strain was piling up. Soon the Syndicate would have DNA on all the prominent galactic figures. Davros even thought about picking up a cloning facility on Corellia, but the move was deemed too risky with their other assets in the area. More facilities were always good and with their backers supplying them with ample cash it was simple, but they had to move carefully. One wrong move, one wrong turn or one improper investment and they would find themselves smack dab on the galactic radar. Which is someplace Arcanus, and their investors never wanted to happen. Arcanus revealed some facilities in the space near the Echani and Thyrsian homeworlds. Their genetic creations were doing famously and those that survived the genetic trials in utero eighteen years ago were now experiencing the first symptoms of their evolutionary leap. The nanoscopic mechanical monitoring devices implanted in the fetuses were keeping up to date on certain progress benchmarks and the results were amazing. Testing could move forward in that arena and push for more extensive trials. There were other floating lab facilities that reported back daily, but their locations were more mundane. They were normal medical facilities that reported average data with only occasional abnormalities. And the only other assets that the medical conglomerate possessed were stocks that were held in numerous galactic businesses. That, coupled with the support of companies on Arkania and other industrious planets, is what helped keep the Syndicate afloat. The Paragon initiative, as it was affectionately labeled, was proceeding on schedule. Progress was hard won, but any progress was good progress. “Is that all you wished for today Master Arcanus?” Idarah said. Arcanus nodded and the blue form of the A.I winked out, leaving Arcanus in the almost pitch black of the conference room. He twitched his cybernetic arm, feeling the phantom sensation in his fingers again. He walked slowly to the door and only once looked back at the table. Amaryssia…

The Casino returned to its previous position in space. But the entire space station was empty. The Casinos remained. The structure itself remained, but there was no A.I. There was no machinery. There were no patrons. It was a lifeless husk that drifted slowly through space, waiting for someone to visit.

"Deep in the Unknown Regions of space, a force of science and medical innovation worked feverishly to push forward in the pursuit of their ultimate goal: Perfection." A large seamless cylinder of black plated metal spun silently in space. It was a massive station that was cut in the middle by a series of large metal dividers, attached to a large titanium shaft in the center of the structure. The dividers split the station into quarters. And the station had a total of thirty-three decks and floors. The last 3 floors sat atop the cylinder like large discs. The first of these was a large lab devoted to special projects and the last two were devoted to administrative rooms, offices and conference centers. Center Shaft (Spine of the facility) - Communications Relay Quarter 1 - 30 Decks = Maintenance, Power, Utility. Quarter 2 - 30 Decks = LABS/Cleanrooms Scientific/Medical Experiments (Biological, Physics, Propulsion, Incendiary, Chemical, Genetic) Quarter 3 - (Opposite Q1) - 30 Decks = Transit, Production, Distribution (Hangar bays, Manufacturing, Factories) Quarter 4 - (Opposite Q2) - LABS/Cleanrooms Scientific/Medical Experiments (Biological, Physics, Propulsion, Incendiary, Chemical, Genetic) Deck 31 Special Projects Deck 32/33 Administrative ____________________________ ____________________________ When the Golden Link Casino dropped out of hyperspace, a hailing frequency immediately hit. Shuttles sprang to life and began swarming the Casino with rapid motions. Technicians, scientists, and mercenaries poured through the Golden Link and started to tear pieces and parts out of the facility. They didn't leave much of anything behind. They were extremely thorough. They expertly removed the A.I core and offloaded it to a shuttle. And after everything was removed, they jettisoned the Golden Link back to its original location through hyperspace. When that business was finished, they offloaded all the equipment from the shuttles and immediately started to install the A.I and all of its trappings, in the Terminus computers. Idarah would be the new face of the Arkanian Syndicate. She would help them in many fundamental ways. Reconnaissance and surveillance were valuable assets after all. The A.I would interface between cells and assist in communication between the different stations and substations all across the galaxy. That was Arcanus' plan. The central spine of this station held one of the strongest communication relays in existence. It could hit a comm buoy at the galactic core from their location in the Unknown Regions -- of course, the burst of that communication would be highly illogical and frowned upon, but it could. And Idarah could transfer her signal through any communication relay available. That was the beauty of her programming. That was the beauty of her design. Arcanus Verdunn fiddled with his mechanical right arm. The fully articulated cybernetics would sometimes feel like a real right arm. But Arcanus thought himself a fool for musing such idle pleasantries. Now that Idarah was here, the station was complete. Their operations had expanded again and maintained strength, but the lack of cohesive communication was starting to break the cells apart. This would fix that; like a large adhesive de-coagulant. He sat in a large chair, abutting a huge round table that sat in darkness. Other chairs sat around this table. And as the moments drifted by, blue lights began to flicker at every chair. Old Arkanians, like Arcanus, looked up at him, sitting at the head of the large table. Each of them nodded solemnly in turn and smiled. It wasn't the warm smile you gave on a happy day, but the smile you made when you succeeded at something in your life. And it was tinted with Arkanian flavor, which meant it had an ample supply of self-service. Arcanus was the last to smile. He tapped quietly at his seat and the large round table lit up. Maps, charts, and graphs of various experiments illuminated the dark and filled the room. Colors were arrayed by the types of each experiment, the locations of each experiment, and the successes or failures of each experiment. It was a comprehensive display of progress that the entire room sat and watched for a few moments. Beeping continued all around them and a few of the Arkanians deliberated with themselves, which broke the silence. Arcanus held up a hand to stall the inquiries. "What is it, Davros?" Davros, a slightly smaller Arkanian with wispy hair and wide-rimmed spectacles, huffed. "My agent on Corellia was unable to get definitive results from the Cerean Jedi that visited her. I might need to have another agent on Cerea look out for him." "Did she get any results?" Arcanus asked a sense of mild irritation to his tone. "Yes, she did." Davros bleated, passing a litany of glowing charts to Arcanus' side of the table. Arcanus looked the charts over with silence and nodded. "Good. We know that that species of plant is not responsive to those types of experiments. We will have the Jedi fix the problem while we continue observation. And if he can't, we'll continue with our experimentation regardless. Proceed Davros." Davros huffed again, his bushy beard rustling a little at the movement, and settled back in his chair. "Now that we have that out of the way," Arcanus continued. "I would like to say welcome. Welcome to the seventh annual Arkanian Syndicate Council Meeting. I am Arcanus Verdunn and I will be presiding as the Archon for these proceedings. Idarah will take the minutes." Arcanus waved his mechanical arm in the air and a Twi'lek hologram illuminated the center of the table. "Yes, Master Verdunn." Idarah chimed. Her voice was cold. Her eyes were set. Arcanus' smile widened, and his cybernetic eye lit up with a dangerously pleased gleam. "Now gentlemen and ladies. Let us proceed."

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Idarah complied immediately. Her hologram materialized behind Zalis as did a hologram of the Link in its entirety. ::Here is a basic run down of the structure and its properties. I apologize for its detail, but there are quite a few things to cover:: Shaped like a giant roulette wheel, the Golden Link Casino spins through the far reaches of space, providing a meeting place and entertainment for the galactic populace. Featuring a grand casino, luxury hotel resort, and an amusement park, this mobile casino-headquarters for the Link can accommodate an armada of passenger ships and liners from all reaches of space. While mostly a place of business, it also provides a neutral meeting grounds for all sorts of characters and galactic intrigue. The overall design is that of a massive roulette table, spinning eternally in space. It's flanked by a series of docks and bright, neon signs. First off, you have the basic design: Catchy and appealing. The various adds are holo projections from special emitters. You can do flat out signs or holocasts and earn additional ad revenue right off the bat. There are a few free-floating sign boards, which in addition to being ads, would include concealed long range sensors and small laser weapons systems. These signs have been upgraded to include larger laser weaponry and targeting systems in the sign’s electronics. The Signs can also dock with the Casino in case of Emergency. The outer shell of the Link hologram turns translucent and fades away, showing the interior of the casino-craft. There are a series of hangars along the rim of the docks. The central spindle of the wheel running from top to bottom also carries hangars. There's ample docking for up to even 2 capital class ships, which can include luxury liners and other massive space transports. In addition, there is a series of droid automated repair and service centers. The lower docks on the bottom of the wheel for maintenance craft and cargos, and other service projects. There are a few more defenses there- bioscans and others, as well as tractor beams which can aid in removing debris, et cetra. The image fades away yet again, showing a series of dining establishments and shops just past the casino area. It's basic fare: Souvenir shops, restaurants, sushi bars, and commercial chains, but it's all there. The upper levels of the wheel are shown now: Herein are hotel and conference rooms, as well as administrative posts for your own private offices. There are a few luxury suites for private use. In addition, staff and other housing can be found here, along with a small medical center. There's enough amusements including a gravity & water park here to entertain an entire family besides the gambling. We even have a giant arcade, a special shooting gallery, ghost hotel, and large bird races there to boot, though breeding those damn birds can be a pain in the arse. There is also a holographic funhouse section. This will attract additional revenue from tourists too and could be considered a drain on the primary focus of gambling. Still, if the kiddies are at play, it'll be easier to lure mommy and daddy into the casinos. The interior segments are now shown around the central spindle: Here are the casinos proper. Every game you can imagine from sabacc to dragon poker is here. More adult bars, and clubs are littered at even intervals around the ring to keep our target customer base inside. There is a specialized harmonics field with the engines, that in addition to keeping the gravity going, it also nerfs all force use inside the place. This will make the games a bit more balanced. You have cameras and special sensors to prevent cheating. Below the casinos near the central axis are a series of enclosed rings for races- those birds, blobs, and along the very top of the roulette table, covered by a glassteel half tube, is a special pod race track. Finally, the central axis is shown in detail: The bottom portions are closed off, running the engines and other technical controls- climate, shields, etc., while the very top three levels hold a magnificent, domed park, open to the stars and filled with the most romantic spots on the whole ship- featuring an "open air" cafe' and a giant dance stage. The innermost portion of the axis is heavily armored and shielded: Inside is the central safe. The safe has a fool proof security system. The roulette wheel has four hidden planetary turbo lasers at the cardinal points, and as the wheel spins, it can fire them off. There are cameras and security droids along with the other server and dealer droids, and over 10 meters of durasteel lined with cortosis keep the central safe area well... safe. There's a special gravity lock system that keeps the Link's holdings in a kind of pocket dimension, making it impossible to steal. There is currently a retinal scan authenticated accounting system << I have added your scans already >>, seconded with a special scanner for finger prints << same >> and a verbal access code to make the security pre-eminent. << This code can be changed with your authorization >> An override was also programmed into the A.I, Idarah, so if at any moment she finds that you aren’t authorized (through her own established vetting system), she can keep the door locked despite other attempts at opening it. Entrances are now refitted with bio scans and sensor scans at every entrance- now able to detect power sources and explosives. To neutralize this each of the threats- particularly automated laser traps embedded deep in the durasteel walls. There are now detailed bio metric and sensor scans taken if you contact the walkways as well. Larger weaponry inside the hangar bays and docks- smaller ship laser cannons and ion guns to discourage ships from being a problem or escaping. <> There is a special detention center- durasteel and cortosis, all set to the force dampening harmonics field found in the casino proper to make it sturdy enough to hold FUs and NFUs that create problems for the establishment. Modifications made by Ida and her innovative taskforce: - Small, almost invisible bands were placed in the wall panels of every part of the space station. Inside these bands, are holographic projectors, sensors, and a number of other small devices to give Idarah the ability to appear anywhere on command. - Magnetic Devices in the floor were placed and programmed to activate during spur of the moment Hyperspace jumps to ensure the safety of the Link’s patrons.<> - The ventilation systems, sound systems, temperature systems, hyper drive, weapon systems, scanning and sensor systems were all tied to Idarah’s AI. The only system that wasn’t, was the life support system. That way, even if things went wrong, the life support systems would always be functioning at the Casino. - The ventilation system can and is used to help spread peaceful aromas of lavender, hibiscus, or themed scents to the various parts of the Casino to help liven people up and keep them playing. - The Casino games and stats are all tied into the Casino AI as well. All the staff are now androids, because at the Link, everyone is welcome to relax and enjoy themselves. Their play/cheat settings can be tweaked and/or modified from the central A.I's database, or by simply asking. - The security force is composed entirely of droids equipped with heavy laser weapons and stun batons. Stun batons are also carried by the android staff to help avoid serious damage to the patrons of the Casino. - The Swoop Track is in the process of being dismantled... - The Helix Hyperspace drive is always kept warm and runs on the AI's base programming. She has been given the same instructions that the drive has always had, to keep the Link as close to the original as possible. -The primary core of the AI and her personality are built into the supercomputer at the core of the Link. Backups were created in separate parts of the facility as well to ensure that her AI isn’t lost forever. ::As far as our legal restrictions or jurisdictions, we currently run on Galactic Alliance basic protocol, concerning all of our amusement, games, and other entertainment based features. If you would like however, I can change any and all of those protocols and/or jurisdictions at your discretion:: Idarah stood silent, her illusory hands waiting behind her back and letting Zalis take in everything she had said.

Idarah's surveillance system was not very respectful when it came to intimate exchange, or any other exchange really. The A.I, tied to the computer as she was, could see all acts frivolous and non from the elaborate monitoring system hooked into the Golden Link's mainframe. It was a state of the art system designed by some of the - now deceased - finest minds on Coruscant. It monitored life signs, heat signatures, motion, and a full spectrum of radiation. In fact, the only thing it didn't really monitor was force sensitivity, but that was due to a lack of linking force senses to cold, hard, robotics; not for lack of trying. When the RANDO MANDO's life signs declined dramatically, a small black robot was deployed from a janitorial hatch down the hall from Zalis' suite. It was a striking almost perfect oval-like robot with zero visible impurities. The only things that set it apart from being a perfect, floating, black, ovoid was a set of small glowing red eyes, and a glaring white Black Sun Logo on its center of mass. It was followed be a startling pure black repulsor stretcher that hovered on its own, tethered to the small robot. When Zalis had finished, Idarah made a small ping sound in her suite, and opened the door. The black robot zoomed inside slowly and made a low humming noise when it neared the corpse of the former, 'RANDO MANDO.' It was a grim noise. In fact, upon closer inspection, one could not find where the sound emerged. It was a seamless design that had only been recently modified with Black Sun insignia. Without a word, the black repulsor stretcher neared the bed. It moved until the short end of the stretcher and the short end of the bed met. The movement was quiet and uniform; practiced. Small metallic arms emerged from the sides of the stretcher. The small metal fingers grabbed on to the soft tissue of the deceased, to accept, and deposit the body on to the cold slab of floating metal. It drug the lump of dead flesh from the padded bed and onto the harsh metal, causing a gory mess in its wake. There was no padding. Why would there be? Death has no comfort... It simply, is. A small hum from the black ovoid signaled the completion of the movement and both the ovoid and the stretcher drifted down the hall and back into the janitorial hatch. The remains of the body didn't dribble on the floor, there was no evidence of where the body was deposited, and there was little to no evidence of there ever having been a RANDO MANDO at this location. All registered transactions had been retracted. His name had been scrubbed from every document linking to the Golden Link and an article was placed on the Holonet that the poor RANDO MANDO had met his fate in a shuttle crash on the way to one of his many jobs. His helmet was to be sent to his next of kin, along with a letter from an undisclosed and anonymous source. The shuttle records were scrambled to reflect this, and one of the shuttles was replaced in the numerical record, in order to keep the story straight. When the ovoid and stretcher disappeared, a small floor level droid replaced it. It was very short and glittering white. It had no eyes, but was fitted with a small white beam of light in the 'front' of its 'face.' It spun around and moved on brushes, but it had repulsor technology built in and small arms to help it move up the wall if it needed. It emerged from one of the hatches lining the halls and began scrubbing the floor all the way into Zalis' suite. Another droid, this one more in keeping with other more appropriate protocol models, accompanied it. When the two of them made it to the Black Sun elite's door, the small one was let in a small hatch at the bottom and the larger droid was let in when the rest of the door opened. The protocol droid, gleaming silver with a white Black Sun logo on its back, walked over to the bed and removed the dirty sheets, throwing them into a nearby chute. It then began to make the bed with brand new sheets. The small robot started scrubbing the floor as soon as it entered, retracing the RANDO MANDO's steps. It kept scrubbing regardless of any movement in the suite. It even moved clockwise around Zalis if it got too close. It took a few moments longer than the protocol droid however, and left only when the floor sparkled underneath its persistent brushing. Then, it left right back through the same hatch it had come in, and followed the RANDO MANDO's tracks all the way to the hangar. When the room was completely silent once more, the bed was made with pristine sheets, the corpse was gone and the room was empty once more. If Zalis turned to look, her bottle of brandy had even been replaced by a new one. Meanwhile, the outer construction of the facility that Zalis ordered had been finished. The atmospheric shielding was down and the Golden Link was no longer exposed to space. There was still considerable construction needed on the interior, but progress took time. :: Anything you need Ms. Zalis; don't hesitate to ask ::

The construction was well underway. Large machines of varying design were beginning to detach large portions of the swoop track and replace them with durasteel floors and walls. Other machines filled in behind the large machines, equipped with plasma torch arms that fused the durasteel chunks together with seamless precision. Construction droids were monitoring the site and a large atmospheric shield was in place to prevent the rest of the Casino from blowing out into space. The main computer hummed quietly to itself and sent commands back and forth with little effort. Idarah was the computer's avatar; a representative of its influence in the Casino as a whole. She could project anywhere she needed to be, including at the hangar bay as the escort's shuttle was allowed to dock. The procedures were informal and simple. She vetted the escort through online databases and holonet records while he was on arrival. But she didn't quite understand why the man was almost naked when he walked up to the main door. Idarah's hologram was immune to embarrassment. But, even she, as pragmatic as she was, understood space was cold. This man, robed in nothing more than a mandalorian, 'buy'ce' as they called it, and boxer shorts, came up to Idarah's hologram and bowed in a formal greeting. "I am the RANDO MANDO you requested. I am here to fill all amorous needs." The male said, without hesitation. Idarah paused for a moment and tilted her head to the side. :: I do believe you have arrived at a miscalculation sir. I am not who you are here for. The woman you are here for is in suite 2A. I can show you there if you wish :: The self proclaimed RANDO MANDO grunted his ascent and Idarah nodded silently. The man, his actual name Thomas Ordo, was a buff and charming retired Mandalorian mercenary. He and his friends had started the RANDO MANDO escort service when they fell on hard times and have turned it into an intergalactic enterprise that spans half the galaxy and caters to a multitude of different races and creeds. It was an interesting business, but not one that Idarah understood in the slightest. She had no understanding of mortal needs or whims. It was... strange. Idarah guided the man around a series of turns and corners until they were at Zalis' room. Idarah, using Zalis' internal comm system, indicated that her escort had arrived.

Acknowledging her first addendum, the computer set up a series of signals and alarms that would lead through the facility into Ms. Krales' suite. It would be a soft chime followed by a short message. Idarah used her own voice for the messages, but could program different voices to fit any occupant's need. It was, after all, a facility meant to accommodate a customer's needs. However, they did not have male escorts on staff, so the second request needed to be outsourced. Idarah used one of her many subroutines to call 'RANDO MANDO'S Premium intergalactic escort service and ordered her two of their most attractive, local, human male escorts. The specification was necessary, for they had a great deal of different races in their repertoire. Then, as soon as her other requests had been processed, a small hovering server droid flew by with her Brandy. Idarah's hologram faded into the holographic band that was attached to almost every wall; except the walls of each room and suite, in order to maintain some semblance of decorum. Idarah did have access to the entire facility however and could be reached at any moment through the computer or sometimes, by simply invoking her name. If there is anything else you need Ms. Krales, please let me know. If our Brandy is not to your liking, I can have some shipped here as soon as possible. Your escort should arrive in a couple of hours. Their nearest outpost isn't that far from here, but it still takes time.

As Zalis' request was received, a team of utility and construction droids were sent to the Pod Racing Track and a series of small, controlled, detonations could be heard from the hangar as construction began. The sounds broke as the last word emerged, and as soon as the Datapad was revealed, a small light shone on the hologram's eyes and the data from the pad was transferred instantaneously. Shielding was employed throughout the link in the case of an accidental hull breach and any and all precautions were taken. However, all organic staff were already reserved to the customer service based professions, which were Casino based, mostly. Idarah's hologram didn't change expression upon the mention of a torture chamber. She didn't register a reaction on any emotional level. She simply put her blue hands together and nodded quietly. Black Sun sigils and emblems were already hung around the hangar. The Golden Link's Logo was changed to accommodate the format change. Even the backs of the playing cards had been changed to fit Black Sun specific Casino standard. Idarah's hologram sailed silently behind Zalis as she walked and folded her arms behind her holographic body as if she were an administrative assistant. Right away Ms. Krales. Will that be all? Or shall I help you with additions to your suite?

Triple post, but the mods/admins know why I am doing these... A hideous scream echoed throughout the hangar and digital bouts of maniacal laughter followed. Horrific sobbing followed suit after that until the hangar was filled with emotional sounds of varying levels of distress. Then, just as quickly as they had appeared, the sounds stopped. The holographic head was replaced with a holographic Twi'lekk body. The Twi'lekk was beautiful. Her skin was a seamless white polymer interrupted only occasionally by the black plastic of her joints as her limbs moved. Her lekku were draped behind her in a symmetrical pattern and floated lightly. Her posture was dutiful and somewhat apologetic. "My apologies, I seemed to have an emotional reaction. Protocol Series 333-W4441 called that I remove the emotional part of my personality if any hazards were enacted upon personnel or patrons that were entering the Link." The Bill of Sale was once again validated and the main door to the Link opened for the Black Sun agents. The hangar doors opened again and the shields were restored. If you looked hard enough, you could even make out carrier droids retrieving the Black Sun vessel before it could be completely obliterated or left to drift in space.

((Yes a double post, but a double post for a reason.)) Modifications made by Ida and her innovative taskforce: - Magnetic Devices in the floor were placed and programmed to activate during spur of the moment Hyperspace jumps to ensure the safety of the Link’s patrons. <> - The ventilation systems, hyper drive, weapon systems, scanning and sensor systems were all tied to Idarah’s AI. The only system that wasn’t, was the life support system. That way, even if things went wrong, life would always be assured at the Casino. <> - The ventilation system can and is used to help spread peaceful aromas of lavender, hibiscus, or themed scents to the various parts of the Casino to help liven people up and keep them playing. <> - The Casino games and stats are all tied into the Casino AI as well. All the staff are now androids, because at the Link, everyone is welcome to relax and enjoy themselves. <> - The security force is composed entirely of droids equipped with heavy laser weapons and stun batons. Stun batons were also carried by the android staff to help avoid serious damage to the patrons of the Casino. < - The swoop track is now retrofitted with a stasis system to stop cheating in the middle of a race if it is discovered. <> - The Helix Hyperspace drive is always kept warm and runs on the AI's base programming. She has been given the same instructions that the drive has always had, to keep the Link as close to the original as possible. <> -The primary core of the AI and her personality are built into the supercomputer at the core of the Link. Backups were created in separate parts of the facility as well to ensure that her AI isn’t lost forever. <> Time passed in silence before the deal with the Golden Link's co-owner Brina Thalin was made. Time that might have seemed silent, but was instead chaotic and filled with potential. A potential that you would have to look for in order to see what was going on. A year after finishing construction, allowing the Link to enjoy a brief moment of prosperity, Ida died. She was killed in her apartment on Coruscant and all of her blueprints were destroyed. Idarah, connected to the Galactic Network, heard of it. She desperately tried to find the culprit using news networks all over the galaxy, but couldn't be sure. After Brina made the deal with Black Sun, Idarah was forced to recollect her own destruction at the hands of one of their officers, Voethe Kyrik. This revelation was made in secret. Idarah did not want Brina or Zara implicated. She also did not want to harm the patrons of the Link. She simply wanted to... vent. She instituted an emergency alarm to all patrons and informed them to leave. Once all of the organics left, Idarah sat and waited in space. She waited for the Black Sun to come and accept their prize. For you can have no better time than when you're at the Golden Link Casino. <<>

Like an empty husk, the Golden Link Casino sat silent, awaiting its new owners. The patrons that stayed past their time, aimlessly wandered through the halls as Black Sun personnel filtered into the open Starport and approached the main doors. With their newly acquired Bill of Sale in hand, the Black Sun mercenaries and their agents typed the passcode into the main door and awaited the chime that would signal the beginning of their new enterprise. However, their enthusiasm was cut short when the main door was locked, the hangar doors were open and their ship was loosed into space. The lack of gravity pulled on the mercenaries, but the Link’s AI held them on the catwalk by magnetizing the plates underneath the durasteel walkway. The Black Sun were now trapped in the hangar, facing a closed door and presumably pleading for their lives. “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that…” said a cold mechanical voice. A holographic head appeared over the main door and looked down at the Black Sun agents with indifference. “I’m afraid I cannot let you in. The Black Sun has attempted capture and destruction of this vessel before and as such, I have been programmed to offer no leniency to returning Black Sun Agents. You are guilty of assault on Link security, for the assassination of Link personnel and for attempting to seize the Link vessel proper. Now that you are here. I must ask you to make yourselves comfortable while the vessel prepares to warp.” The Black Sun Bill of Sale that they so eagerly clung to, was terminated. It was an electronic contract and as such, vulnerable to all mechanical forms of hacking and manipulation. “Neither Brina Thalin nor Zara Nargal are aware of this recent modification and are thus innocent of any and all liabilities heretofore. As for why you are being held here, that will not be disclosed at this time. If you try to pry open the door or escape in any manner, I am afraid that you will trigger my electronic safe measures and parish in a most inefficient and gruesome manner.” The AI’s tone was hypnotic, but cold. There was no wavering in her words and the walls around the Black Sun agents seemed to hum with a mysterious, but malicious mystery.

((Wrong Alias))

The Holonet burst to life one day with a brand new signal, blaring with ceremonial music and fanfare. The screen lit up in rivers of gold and crushed together to form and mold itself into the golden link insignia. It was a gilded marvel and one that was surpassed only by the beautiful sapphire hologram that followed. Her voice was lyrical and soothing; her shape was that of a twi'lek that moved not unlike other humanoids moved, but she seemed to float, instead of walk. Her eyes opened wide and her arms stretched to the edges of the screen. She sang in a loud and powerful voice. "Welcome one and all to the grand re-opening ad campaign of the Golden Link Casino. My name is Idarah and I will be guiding you on your journey to fame, luxury, or relaxation. Come and have yourself pampered, satisfy cravings, feed your wild side and let yourself loose at the Golden Link. We here at the Link are not satisfied until the customer leaves with a smile on their face." There was a brief interlude as small vignettes of the Casino were shown. The facilities that were the most appealing: like the gambling sections, the swoop tracks and things of that nature were naturally shown first. Then the food court and the hotel were shown. "We have upgraded our hardware and our software and are prepared to give you a more comprehensive restful experience than you have ever had before. Come and join us at the Link, you won't regret it." Idarah said with a soft wink and her figure floated above the screen and proceeded to move out of the ad. Her presence was immediately followed up though with a lovely woman of red skin and dark blue luxurious hair. She was clothed in a silky black dress with ornate letters sown into the front in golden thread. The letters, "G" and "L" were there to signify the Link's namesake. She wore a gold chain around her neck with a glittering blue hologram shining on her neck. The hologram showed only one word and that was, "Kaldena." "We will be replaying this ad every hour on the hour and broadcasting it to every major city. For the next few weeks we will be having special offers on hotel suites that will never be this good again. The grand re-opening ceremony will take place at the end of the next week and any and all are welcome to come. As long as you leave your hostility at the door and bring a ton of good fortune with you, you are welcome here at the Link." The woman said, with her hands softly placed upon the sides of her hips. Then, after a few seconds, to allow the adoring public to soak it in, the ad faded away to black.

Years passed and the Link fell into disuse. Idarah's servos began to wear out and soon the Link's bright and perky cyborg secretary fell into disrepair. Ida, her creator, was called back to check on her, but the amount of work required to rebuild her was going to be too much. Zara Nargal, the establishment's leading proprietor, was going about her daily business as if on a monorail and some say that they could still find her children running about the Link from time to time as if their existence was held perpetually within time. Brina, Zara's business partner, had not returned to the Link for a while and it was a wonder where she went in the first place. The lack of attendance only pushed more nails into the Link's coffin and the space station lingered silently in space over Coruscant. Ida muttered to herself with a melancholy lean and she couldn't help but sigh ruefully at the pitiful sight of her cyborg strewn out before her. She only had a few years of life. About half the life that Idejjen had before he died and he didn't have any real machine parts. The scientist held Idarah's head in her arms, examining the brain degradation over time and it was clear that, even if she could repair her, the organic part of her brain would have eventually deteriorated and died. It is so sad, she thought. If only I found a way to... That's it. Ida couldn't reach her comm link fast enough. She immediately started sending out signals to all of her friends and brought them to the Link as soon as they had time. Days, weeks, and even months passed before they all gathered and by then, most of the scientists were a getting a little antsy. Not all of them were scientists though. Some were engineers, architects, astronautics and mechanical experts. They were some of the top minds in their fields and Ida had gathered them all into a large conference room with Ida's cyborg body lying across the table. "I have an idea," she said aloud, facing all of them with a look of sheer excitement glittering in her eyes. "I have an idea to bring the Golden Link into the future. I have been given permission by the proprietor to do what I can to generate more attendance." Ida did have a small discussion with the proprietor, in which Zara said that she seemed okay with any changes done, as long as each change didn't destroy the foundation of what the Link was and stood for. "I have a plan that will reinvigorate the technological side of the Link and as a result, have an idea that will generate more buzz." Ida unfurled a large amount of paper and pushed it to the table with a large grin spreading from one ear to another. She leveled each edge with something heavy on either side and stepped back, her arms outstretched. Her friends looked at the paper with a series of varying looks. A few of them seemed as excited as she was, but a few of them seemed skeptical. They doubted that this work was paid and all of them admitted that that was one of the bigger problems, but when Ida re-phrased her proposal again and again, they all eventually agreed. Any guests that tried to get in after that meeting would be turned away. There was a large electrical sign that said, "Link under construction, please do not disturb." ______________________________________________________________________________________________ After two years, the curtains and white cloth that blocked off the massive windows and furniture were ripped back to show the outside of the Link looking much the same as it did. The inside was similar too, but a lot of the metals were polished and all of the software was updated. The computers were brought up to beyond the galactic standard and a large supercomputer was erected in the core of the entire station. Idarah, the once loving and caring cyborg care taker had been assimilated into the station's systems and was now the new A.I. She had taps into galactic mainframes all throughout the system and was essentially the Link itself. Her feelings were more programs now and although scientists of the day still couldn't intricately understand the human brain, they did well in their imitation of her personality and mannerisms. Her voice was now integrated into every digitally enhanced game and P.A system in the entire station. (The randomized hyperspace jump system is now integrated into her programming and she can activate it whenever a threat to the link presents itself.) A series of combat droids were constructed to take commands from either Zara, Brina or directly from Idarah and they would replace the normal flesh and bone security teams. They would no longer have to branch out for help with their security teams if they didn't have to. However, new concession opportunities were open and flesh and bone employees were still required. The swoop tracks, gaming tables, and almost every other piece of the Link had been updated or renovated in some small way. Everything gleamed with a newness that showed everyone inside, that the Link would be around for a very long time. _____ A hologram of Idarah, still serves in her role as secretary and offers daily tours around the facility. There are new rules about criminal's ability to register as an employee and any employee that was a former criminal that had already been checked out, is free to stay. New droids still need to be registered and other than that, anyone and everyone is welcome as long as they surrender their conflict at the door and are ready to have a fun and exciting ride in the world of the Golden Link. On the anniversary of Idejjen's death, a ceremony is being held to commemorate the opening of the new Link. Any and all are welcome to attend and stay to enjoy the hospitality. _______________________________ Kaldena whistled quietly to herself, enjoying the comfort of her new black dress with the glittering gold letters, 'G' and 'L' on it. It wasn't as slinky as she would have liked, but she didn't really feel like griping about it either. After the changes, there didn't seem to be much room for debate and unless Zara expressed any truly detestable objections, nothing was really changed.

((My apologies for the wait, and since you didn't bother wiping Idarah's memory, I figured I would take advantage of that.)) Idarah slipped back into production after her connections were re-established and her external and internal structures were repaired. There were a series of upgrades installed that helped to smooth the process and all in all Idarah seemed roughly the same when she came out of the proverbial operating room. The odd part though, was that when anyone was questioned about her "death," no one could really gather together a coherent answer. This puzzled Ida when she came to work on the cyborg and even more as she saw the amount of damage. However, after a day or two of work, Ida managed to locate and download the mechanical part of Idarah's memory storage which held a slightly corrupted data file. The file showed the front of the shuttle, that Idarah used to taxi the potential employee around, as it neared the station. Then, as the film rolled on and the shuttle drew ever closer to the station, the droid looked over at the passenger and a sharp hit was delivered to her chassis which cut the recording short. After a few days of investigation, the man responsible was determined, but he had already left the station and found outside transportation. Seeing this as a potential hazard, any and all men or women linked in any way to liable and functioning criminal organizations would no longer be allowed to register as employees aboard the Link Space station. This was of course not an immediate policy and would require Zara or Brina's approval before it was passed, but Idarah drew up the paperwork herself and routed a copy to Zara and Brina for processing. Considering the affiliation of the culprit and his underhanded tactics, this would be a very good move to keep the station safe. ___________________________________________ ((I hope you don't mind me writing your actions a little bit Zal. Just a few small little things. )) Kaldena smiled, revealing her sparkling pearly whites and beamed at the Nautolan. Her hand almost dropped the electronic pen before giving it to the Nautolan for his signature, but she maintained her grip enough to keep the transaction successful. However, as Zalis grabbed the data-pad from her open hands, she leaned in carefully and grasped softly at the back of the Nautolan's neck. She slipped her soft crimson skinned hands through his head tentacles and brought him in a little closer, until her fiery golden eyes were directly in front of his large black ones. Then, with no provocation, but plenty of optical hints, she drew him the rest of the way and carefully pushed her lips into his, drawing on all of her pheromones at once. After a few moments of intimate "discussion," Kaldena drew her head from Zalis' and winked her big black eyelashes at him as if to say, "thank you." Several male onlookers stopped for a moment out of envy, some of them drooled and even others were drawn to move in her direction due to the overwhelming amount of pheromones that were released. This was of course until a series of seemingly miscellaneous female figures, grabbed their respective men by the collars and dragged them away from Kaldena's nexus of attraction.

As soon as her wires were cut, the absence of her constant communication to the Link's database sent the Link's security system into a frenzy. It wasn't extraordinarily quick, but as soon as the signal was lost the actions were put into motion. She didn't have a back up unit, but a missive was sent electronically to Ida on Coruscant in the case that the technology might be repaired. A small electronic message was sent to Zara as well, in the chance that she would want to hear it and just in case she didn't hear the security alert. Security personnel would be mobilizing to the hangars and any Link owned shuttle, including the one that Vothe and Idarah were in, would shut down and be towed in with the facilitiy's tractor beams. ((That I did mention in my previous post and were mentioned in the first thread of this forum. Idarah's connection to the mainframe is also well known as I have said it multiple times; both when she was and wasn't wired into it.)) Meanwhile, on the shuttle, when Idarah felt her insides give way, the organic parts of her brain triggered her small range EMP, disabling everything in the shuttle including life support. Then the droid slammed to the console and would need repairs to regain consciousness. In the meantime, the tractor beam had already locked on to the shuttle and due to its inanimate state, it wasn't going anywhere else. <> <>

The next few launch vectors were made simpler due to Vothe's help and when the little shuttle was ready to go, Idarah secured herself in her seat, grabbed a hold of the yoke and the vessel pushed off into space. From the initial point in the tour Idarah would have pointed out the various ships coming and going, indicating that it was a usual thing, but the ships were mostly cargo freighters nowadays. Once Idarah and Vothe made it farther out into space, the droid turned the ship around to look at the entire Casino proper. It had only been a few months since Idarah's own Golden Link tour, but something about the experience of seeing the roulette wheel in space was always mesmerizing to even her droid mind. Idarah couldn't help but pause herself as they crested the huge shiny metal point of the facility and stopped to gaze once more at each shining bauble. Idarah could see each section of the Casino and imagine the blueprint in her mind. There were places she couldn't access obviously and because Vothe was a probationary employee she would have to use some discretion, but she trusted him. When she felt it was okay to do so, Idarah let the ship idle and waved a little toward the structure. "Here is the Link's exterior facility. It was made to fit the shape of a large Roulette wheel and be extraordinarily catchy and appealing to all who would venture near." Idarah took a beat and moved them in a little closer. "There are a series of holo emitters and floating signs on the outside of the facility broadcasting any number of holonet broadcasts, ads or whatever is scheduled at the time. People can pay to be eligible for this time or these signs, but it is usually very expensive." Idarah moved the ship once more and this time rested it within reach, but not too close to a rather large hangar. "There is ample docking space in the Link that can fit up to two capital ships. Measured in all dimensions, there is no ship that is too big for our main docks, which was an intentional design choice. There are droid service and repair services just inside, but you must provide certification of the droid, identification for yourself and you cannot take your droid inside unless it is deactivated and even then the security guards may confiscate it. If you are caught with a foreign droid inside the perimeter of the Link, you will be asked to leave, or your droid will be confiscated." Idarah orated. "I am a special case and am provided with link certification. I have bio-organic parts that allow me to bend the rule a little, but on top of that, I have a Golden Link employment registration number. All of the Golden Link droids have them." Idarah showed the logo of the Link that was inscribed on the underside of her wrist joint and the small barcode that followed. She had a security code that accompanied it of course, but she wasn't going to disclose that information. "Anyway, getting back to the hangars, the Link has more hangars located in the lower part of the facility that are for the cargo ships and freighters. The lower part of the facility is also where the tractor beams are located. Tractor beams that help the Link get rid of excess debris in space and other uses typically attributed to tractor beams. There are other security measures put in as well with docking security; such as: a person to person docking request station, bio/metal/chemical scans of the vessel as it clears the dock and heads to land, and a security authorization code given to the vessel from the docking crew. In order to launch from the hangars, you must have the docking codes provided to you by the docking staff or you will not be able to take off. This is to prevent theft and in some ways, other incident. As to the other security measures, we will get to them when we return to the facility's interior structure, but as of now we have just finished this portion of the outside tour. We will be visiting more exterior areas for while, but at this time I am to ask, Are there any questions?" Idarah's face lit up a little with prolonged excitement. She hoped, from the man's expression or body language that he was having an enjoyable time. ______________________________________________ The Zeltron's blush was virtually invisible through her exotic red skin, but she accommodated by putting a hand to her lips in mocked shock and then fanning the air around her mouth. "Oh, flatterer... Its nice to see you too." Kaldena loved to flirt. It was all a game to her. The art of conversation and the emotions that thrived in the heart of the word and, it seemed, that this particular Nautolan loved to push her conversational buttons all the time. Still, even though she was caught up in a fit of nostalgia, she had a job to do, even if it kind of soured the milk. "So, I hate to ruin a perfectly good flirt with business, but I feel if I don't cover this now, we'll never get there." Kaldena said with her mouth poised in a pouty expression. Her eyes followed suit, but there was something playful behind them that she was holding back. With nothing else really to say though, the Zeltron removed a clipboard from her grasp and gave it to the Nautolan. "I was told that you were looking for work, so when I was asked to come down here and find you, I took the liberty of finding a few things for you to do for the Link if you wanted. It isn't as dangerous or glamorous as intergalactic thievery, but its a safe job with plenty of regular salary credits. One of our cargo runners was in an accident a few days back and not only have we lost his shipment, but we don't have anyone to take his place. These are routine cargo runs, so nothing particularly special, but you are more than welcome to take any outside jobs as well, as long as the Link gets your shipment." Kaldena spoke the whole agreement with little difficulty, and after she was finished, she set herself upon a barstool and began to fiddle with her black-blue hair.

((It would seem that Zara is caught up with a great many things, so she has allowed me to post her actions for her.)) Zara's reception was warm and when the offer to accompany them on their tour was made, despite the modesty of the request, it was rejected due to Zara's busy schedule. She did take a copy of the prospective client's documentation though for her own personal perusal and then left Idarah and Vothe on their own, heading toward where her children were to check on them. After Zara left, Idarah perked up and took Vothe by the hand and guided him toward some shuttles. Her metal hands, although hard and metal were warm and adjusted to the temperature of the person they were touching. They also articulated themselves like real hands, with internal metallic joints at each knuckle and several smaller internal metallic joints helping the hand move akin to most humanoids species' hands. "I figured we would start with an external tour and see the outside structure first and then work our way inside." A soft beep emitted over her internal comms as she entered the nearest shuttle to her and as Idarah was filled in with all of the information, she felt conflicted. She couldn't leave Vothe, but she also could leave Zalis hanging. The last time they spoke though Zalis didn't really seem that interested in something he couldn't flirt with though, even though Idarah really did enjoy his attempts. Mainly because it made her feel more human than machine. Still, as soon as the thought popped into her brain, she sent a notification off to another part of the casino and decided to let them handle it. Then she entered the launching sequence into the shuttle's computer and prompted Vothe to get in. ____________________________________________ ((I hope you don't mind me nabbing my NPC back )) A buxom blue haired female with full business attire walked over to the bar where Zalis was resting and perched herself on a nearby bar stool. "You know, we have got to stop meeting like this Zalis," Said the woman with a beautiful alabaster smile accented by her red skin, "people will start to talk." Kaldena smiled warmly to see a friendly face, because it had been a while since she'd seen anyone she knew. To keep her identity a secret, she cut all of her ties to Dordjooba when he retired; Jaerahn went off to his home planet and hung up his rifle for a while and the Doshan brothers wandered the galaxy ever since. So, it was really nice to see at least someone she could talk to from the old days. "I hear you are looking for other work in the casino and I have been asked to consult with you."

((My apologies for the wait.)) Idarah's expression brightened considerably when Zara found them. With a small motion the construct motioned to give Zara a big hug and although she had to brush against the man on her way to do so, she didn't push very hard. She made sure to mitigate the pressure so neither her nor the man's body was damaged in any way. "Hello Mrs. Nargal. This is Mr. Kyrik, Vothe Kyrik in fact." Idarah said to Zara, then she turned to Vothe and did a similar introduction of Zara. "He is interviewing to be our new security chief, because of the recent gap. His credentials checked out and I have done what I can to ensure his employment. Still, it is kind of his introductory day and I was wondering if you wanted to help? If not, it is completely understandable and I will do my best to give him a tour of the Casino, but you are more than welcome to participate." Idara's spritely voice slipped back into a lowered, more mature voice in the presence of Zara and the mention of the gap in security chiefs tweaked her a little bit, because she could still remember Idejjen for the small amount she knew of him. His absence and memories of him still made this situation a little more emotional to Idarah than she let on. They needed a new head of security though and that much wasn't going to change unless she could move on, which she was actively trying to do.

"I am not only programmed to do it, but its one of my specialties," Idarah said with a bright expression. Her servos metaphorically jumped for joy at the offer, because she really did enjoy her job. Idarah was in the process of getting up though when she heard a small noise emitting from her internal comm. The noise wasn't particularly loud or pronounced and wouldn't really mean much to those around her, but to Idarah, it made the day that much better and this situation that much easier. "On second thought Mr. Kyrik, I have a better idea. First, we will meet your boss, then we will take the tour. It appears one of the proprietors is finished with her work and is now up and about. So, please follow me and we will be on our way." The appearance of Ms. Nargal out of her office was welcome news and wasn't something to leave alone, especially when the communication Idarah was sent indicated that Zara was looking for her.

--=== Before the droid could move into the Casino proper, it would head through a couple of metal detectors and a droid arch, that is set to disable any outside droid. No outside droids are permitted in the Casino unless under the explicit permission of Mrs. Nargal or Mrs. Thalin. If its signature wasn't dimmed or deactivated by the droid arch, then security measures would be taken against it. ((Let me know how that would turn out and we can roleplay it if you wish, but don't assume you can get in that easily. The Link has been around a while and was at one time, extraordinarily profitable. Our security systems aren't anything to scoff at. )) ((And before you ask, Idarah was crafted within the Casino limits at the express permission of Zara.)) ===-- Idarah was reassured by the man's admission. Mainly because, at the same time he confessed his loyalty, her scanners picked him up in a previous Black Sun employment registry. Idarah didn't really have access to the full Balck Sun registry, but she had access to some of it and was in possession of a pseudo registry that the Link recorded on its own, which compiled data from Smash's visits to the casino, Smash's and Black Sun's public appearances or recognitions, and when an affiliate of the link recognized or established someone as a member. The membership didn't seem to phase her too much though, due to the aforementioned admission and because everything that Idarah could glean from the man's body language told her internal processors that he was earnest in his employment request. She was a machine, but part of her thinking was organic, which made her thought patterns consist of a lot more than 1's and 0's. She put the man's previous employment records down and documented them in case they were needed, filled out a few nearby forms and fleshed out the remaining digital work, before turning back to Voethe with a 'smile,' and saying, "We only have a couple more things to do and then we can get you set-up in your office. I do have to warn you though, as I am a provisional supervisor, I don't hold complete permission. You are allowed security privileges like other security officers, but you are what I like to call, 'employment probation.'" Idarah said, redundantly emphasizing her words with air quotes. "It isn't because of your previous employment, but because I am not an actual supervisor I can't admit full employment. However, if you are still a probationary employee after two weeks ((let's say 3-4 days irl)), and nothing happens then you are allowed full employment. However, if something goes wrong during this probationary period or you do something wrong during that time, your employment is immediately terminated without any other chance." Idarah said, taking a moment beat before continuing her oration, "It is harsh, I know, but as I am not a full supervisor, I can't admit full employees right and left even if I think they are safe. It represents a large security hazard that I hope you can understand." Idarah paused for a moment and then began unplugging herself from the Link mainframe and all the other computers at her desk. "If you don't have anything else to add though and wish to continue, we'll be on our way to finish the rest of your employment."

Idarah listened and processed the information she was given quickly and succinctly. Her internal computing software activated and triggered a series of attachments that linked her into the mass Golden Link Mainframe and the Holonet. Then she began to subtly vet the man as the interview went. Her visual analysis started with the physical outer features and continued with any other possible internal functions she could see. Then she began to cross reference what she could of this identification with any possible employee or agent from galactic criminal agencies, religious groups, or law enforcement offices. It seemed the applicant wasn't finished with his answer though, so Idarah kept watching and nodding while her mechanical attachments settled in. When she was satisfied with the amount of processing power and the progress of her program, she looked back toward the potential applicant and 'smiled'. ((She doesn't have a mouth per se)) "Our last security captain was a highly valued employee to the proprietor and although he has passed on, we need to fill his spot somehow." Idarah's moment of memory was pushed behind a blank mechanical expression. "The heist was an unfortunate mistake and although we tried to catch the individual, it didn't end well. However, he only stole from the secondary vault, which is fortunate." Idarah paused for a moment, as more information slipped into her head as she went. "I trust that as our security agent, you will hold your responsibility to the Link above all else, including any other organizations you might have been in in the past?"