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Sauron and Gabe went to work on the engineering deck, flipping switches and ensuring that the restraints were programmed to only release on voice command, to avoid an "early departure" by any of their new arrivals. Echo poked her head into the room, holding a dataslate.

"Nev says he's scrubbed the Storms' combat procs and restored the old ones. Their membanks are fully operational. So far, the only thing they've got is their names. Reboot counters are at zero for all specimens. Should I hit the big red button?"

Sauron shot the other Exo a thumbs up, before donning his helmet and stepping into a sealed observation booth with Gabe. Karak was pulling security outside.

From under the tarps covering the tables on which they lay, eight figures began to stir.

Sauron keyed his commlink.

"Nev, activate the evac alarm for this deck. I want everyone else that isn't us out of here. Lock the doors once everyone's gone.

A klaxon blared as several dozen Fallen raced out of the deck. As soon as they were gone, Nevermore locked all the blast doors leading to the engineering deck.



"That doesn't matter. This procedure does."

The eight figures, now recognizable as Exo, pulled the tarps away from themselves and got up, stretching in an odd facimile of human morning routine.

Sauron left the booth and stepped forward to greet his newly-awakened compatriots.

"Hey, guys. The name's Sauron-145. Yes, your memories aren't fooling you. It's been 700 years since you were built, and until two months ago you were basically ED-209. My and my squadmates here got you fixed up. Welcome to Company Easy, Colonial Ranger Corps."

"Follow me please, and we'll get started on proficency tests."

After several hours of sparring and various drills. Sauron halted the group.

"Alright, we're done. Looks like you've still got all your systems in order. Now to let you meet the others."

A green and tan Proto raised his hand.

"The others, sir?"

"Yes, Pyle-63. The Guardians who're sharing this lovely piece of real-estate with us. Your armor's in the foot lockers in Hangar Five. The elevator's that way. Double-time, people!"