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ladykf“We are designed to be disposable.” Lathi’s voice was heard even before the holo image fully turned on, flicking between the blues of the projector image, a bare six inches for a man who was well over six feet tall in real life. “Our names are supposed to be taken, our identities whatever the Empire assigned us, no ties that don’t string us back to our creators.”
He’d first appeared in that same uniform he’d worn when they first met. But the helmet was coming off, set aside as he worked on removing the rest, slowly dropping the Imperial accent. “The thing is, Blakk, we are people. And we have names, and we have identities, and we have ties to people beyond our handlers.”
There was no telling what color his clothes were, but he recognized the style of the jacket as a deliberate reference to one of Seran’s, a necklace with a crystal pendant going around his neck before he settled. “If you’ve received this, I’ve put Cipher Seven in retirement, before I could be retired, and if they haven’t come for Cipher Nine, they will. Fortunately, Cipher’s are designed to be disposable. You have the skills to be anyone you want, anywhere you want.”
The image fuzzed a moment, a low buzz of static before the light went out, only one more line of audio playing Lathi’s deep echo of Seran’s drawl.
“I look forward to meeting you again dzzzzzzz -akk.”
There was static eating the end of it, but if someone had been there to comment, he’d have said that it was him holding it so tight that caused the unfortunate distortion. There was no reason for any other reaction, after all.
