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Background: Kaumirran was grown in a Factory Satellite, one dedicated to creating clones to serve as a pawns in a proxy war from ages passed. She awoke within her nutrient tube amid a modern day conflict. The Cadogan Factory Satellite had been caught in a raid by human-Zentraadi pirates active in the New Territories. She and the newest batch of Meltrandi soldiers were roused by the automated systems to defend it from the invaders.
Kaumirran's first memories were of the heat. She had no way of knowing how long the battle had been raging. She opened her eyes to find the cloning assembly line aflame. The fire was so close that it was heating the fluid within her vat. Other tubes were shattered, their contents dumped to the grated floor. Bodies of her sisters had been holed by arms fire, both intentionally and not. Some had died when their cloning tubes had ruptured, some still within, others slumped over the broken glass.
Muted chimes signaled the release of the nutrient fluid from Kaumirran's vat. She and a few others from the current batch managed to free themselves before they too had become casualties. The raiders had managed to secure the station's command center during the conflict. Due to the default nature of their programming, the newly awakened clones mistakenly took them to be the rightful owners. They were commanded to destroy the Cadogan defence force, and did so without question. Unarmed, many died during the ensuing few hours.
Afterwards, much of the station's armoury had been devastated during the conflict, as had the life support systems. Several of the main reactors had sustained damage well. While it could be repaired with enough time, the raiders chose to scuttle the Factory Station rather than let the Cadogan forces quickly restart clone production. Their intent was to not only rob Cadogan of their precious station, but to do significant damage to the surrounding vessels and the crew attempting to retake the Factory.
Unfortunately, their plan failed. While they were retreating, one of the Cadogan defesive squads managed to reach the control center. From there, they were able to deactivate the self-destruct sequence with plenty of time to spare. The Factory Satellite was theirs once again, although the cost in time and resources to bring it back to operational status would be great.
Kaumirran and her surviving sisters, of which there were forty-three, fell in line for new orders. There remained only enough intact gear to supply thirty-one of the giantesses. The other twelve, including Kaumirran, were ordered in to previously pilfered micronization chambers to be shrunk to human size. When the task was complete, they were led to the raiders' ship - a barely-functional husk of an early-model Guantanamo-class carrier. All of the Meltrandi, both full and micronized, were packed into a single cargo bay. In the beginning, the micronized ones were released only when needed, which happened with increasing frequency the more their masters dove in and out of the Zentraadi Control Zone and Sector M45-3 in the search of profit, supplies, and war materials.
After the first few months of confinement, the micronized clones were allowed to roam more of the ship. It was not as if they could go anywhere else, and their inborn programming kept them obedient. It was then that Kaumirran learned just who her masters were.
They were a band of pirates under the command of one Aearomi Shepard. The human woman was from a formerly affluent family. They had made and lost their fortunes a generation back.
Kaumirran never heard the details, and she never cared enough to inquire on them. What she did learn was Aearomi had managed to acquire the barely-functional husk of an early-model Guantanamo-class carrier. Some crew said that she had found it in a junkyard, some say that she had purchased it with stolen goods, others said that she had traded personal favors for it. Whatever the means, the Astraiath -as it was so named- served as the headquarters, as well as the entirety of the fleet, of Lady Aearomi.
The vessel had sustained a good amount of damage in the battle over the Factory Satellite, as had the crew. The ship was left under-gunned and understaffed. That was, Kaumirran suspected, the main reason she and her sisters had been let out of the cargo hold: to make up for the loss of crew members. They were assigned tasks that would take some of the burden off of the pirates.
As far as duties went, the giants served as the front line assault force from then on, drawing away the enemy as the rest of the crew raided supply lines. The micronized women were kept aboard ship to handle other duties. Some were taught to be administrators, carrying paperwork and handling organizing files. Some were sent to aid the kitchen staff in preparation of meals that went to non-cloned crew. One was taken to aid the medical staff. Kaumirran was taken along with one other sister to help out in the mechanical bay. She was taught to repair the damaged machines while her sister learned about the vessel that served as their home. All of the women were made to entertain the crew during non-combative hours.
Eventually, the crew happened upon a small mining settlement located on a moon with a dusty, barely-breathable atmosphere. It orbited a gas giant in an out-of-the-way system. The settlement was little more than a habitation dome with a few scattered buildings around it as well as a few depots for storing ore and equipment. The off-shoots were connected mainly by underground tunnels. The Astraiath set up a jamming field to prevent outgoing messages, then attacked. They bombarded the majority of the outlying buildings. Raiding parties with the Meltrandi at the front spearheaded the invasion. It was quick as far as such things went. The miners were wiped out by day’s end, leaving the remainder of the complex under Lady Aearomi’s control.
The system was rarely travelled, so the moon made a convenient base of operations. Kaumirran lived there for the next two years. Her day-to-day life generally consisted of the same routine as when she had been aboard the ship: she would awaken, preform her standard exercises, and then proceed to the area designated as the settlement's repair bay. She would work to patch and rearm the mecha and other equipment used for outbound raids, and then when night fell -which was frequent as the moon had a fifteen hour orbital period- she would leave to carry out her role as an entertainer. Some days there were no repairs to be done. On those days Kaumirran was often reassigned to help in a clerical fashion. It did not hold her attention as effectively as the war machines did.
That life came to an end when a scouting party hired by the Cadogan Faction stumbled across the system. There were rumors that one of the raiding parties had been followed. Rumors that were true. Many such parties had been tracking the Astraiath since the attack on the Factory Satellite. The Cadogan Faction made sure to let independent groups know that a reward was out for information on the location of Lady Aearomi’s people.
Regardless of the reason, the moon came under frequent attack. The scouts had reported back their discovery. However as the mining had been set up in a system boardering the freshly opened New Territories, the Cadogan Faction could not risk an all-out invasion; such things would be noticed and retribution would come back at them. Instead, they sent multiple waves of small numbers to harass the pirates. If they could not eradicated them outright, they could whittle down their numbers over a long period of time.
While the Meltrandi were efficient warriors and fought bravely, they were far from invincible. Their number dipped after nearly half a year of conflicts. Many of the full-sized women had perished. The micronized women were re-tasked to combat roles. Some were given hand weapons and made to guard the tight hallways and confined spaces. A couple were given to the meagre power armour division to serve as medium-range defenders. Kaumirran was most familiar with the Variable Fighters after having spent much of her time with her hands in their innards. She was assigned to the long-range, or orbital defence, division. She was given more in-depth training in to the functions of the Valkyries. She was provided with a well-kept VF-11 for that purpose. She was taunt how they operated, and how they moved. It was old, but being in good condition, she was able to work out its functions. After a few false starts, she got the hang of piloting the human-sized war machines. She even grew to like the old thing.
Then she was moved to the front line where she was given a sub-par VF-1X to accomplish her task. She was expected to hold off invaders in a shakily held together mismatch of decommissioned Valkyries that had been stripped down and reequipped for civilian mining purposes, and then re-stripped and re-reequipped with weapons that were better suited for ground vehicles. It did not go over so well. She was shot down every other battle. Her VF-1 was simply not cut out for handling properly designed war machines.
Like before, it was the cloned warriors that were used ahead of the natural-born people when it came to violence. And like before, they were the ones that suffered the majority of the injuries. Kaumirran had spent enough time around those people that she had developed a sense of self. The idea had occurred to her that those who had taken her from the cloning facility were her masters only because had allowed them to be so. She understood that she and her sisters were people, too. Knowing how they had been used to further the agenda of these others and then sent to die for them caused resentment to grow with her in. She tried to push it down, tried to ignore and carry on with her life but it was always there, seething silently in the background.
One night the conversation among the girls turned to that after one Kaumirran's sisters broached the topic. She was not the only one who had taken notice of the place within the ranks. Together they devised a means of escape. Those who had served as administrators set up a comm bouy to broadcast their location. The Meltrandi who had worked as supply girls stole goods to aid them. Meanwhile, Kaumirran and those that were well-versed in the human-style machines readied Fold Drive equipped transportation. When the next assault came, the girls did not aid their masters. Instead, they ran. They kept to the moon's surface until they could put enough of it between themselves and the battling forces to make for space. In orbit, they broke in to multiple groups. Each headed off in a different direction.
Kaumirran had heard that her former masters had not been wiped out in the chaos. They were still out there. The Meltrandi's betrayal had not gone unnoticed for long. She lost contact with her sisters somewhere along the way; they had all vanished in an attempt to prevent capture. No one wanted to end up back in the hands they had bitten.
Kaumirran wondered from world to world in the ensuing year. She did whatever she needed to in order to survive. That mostly meant manual labor jobs for backwater businesses, though she picked up other kinds of work from time to time. She eventually made her way to Caesar in an attempt to eek out a better life.
Some random observations:
Zentraadi & Money
Although some Zentraadi in the control zone are fully humanized and are motivated entirely for money. The majority prefer the old ways (or haven't evolved/learned new ways). When it comes to Factory Satellites, its more a problem of finding materials to restore them, than it is a monetary problem.
Family Generations
It's only been a generation or two since mankind was essentially killed off, and mass cloning was used to bring it back. Although there are a few families that survived, if they were affluent before the destruction of the Earth, all of their assets were either destroyed or wiped out in the devastation and ensuing reconstruction. So, any affluent families should be considered 'new money'.
Her Sub-par VF-1X
Was considering it to be a VF-11, but based on your description, and especially because of the official setting depiction of the VF-1 being used in non-combat roles, it fits.
Also, as VFs are generally both expensive and robust, it makes much better sense to have her being continually shot down, and heading out in the same vehicle, rather than losing a VF and getting a new one each time (the pirates would've stopped giving her VFs after the first or second loss). I can also envision her grumbling "not that death trap again!" each time she prepares to leave for battle. :lol:
Fold Drive Equipped Transports
Technically, Fold Drives are even more rare and expensive than VFs. But I'll just roll with this one (maybe the original inhabitants had a whole bunch lying around, or Aearomi Shepard is a collector of them or something).
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