Private Ghostly visitors

[Aaaine]

Location: Vassek, LCFO headquarters
Time: 0100 hours

“I’m going to my quarters for the night, Doctor Aaaine.”

The soft spoken, tired voice brought Aaaine back from whatever reality her mind had gone to. Crimson red eyes blinked a few times, attempting to resettle her thoughts back to the present. Mind reset, her surroundings became much clearer to her. Her office, a datapad set out in front of her with a cup of caf sat beside it that had long gone cold. Aaaine’s gaze drifted over to the clock on her monitor, a small sigh slipping past her lips when she realized just how late it was. “Ma’am?” That voice that had brought her back from her thoughts captured her attention again, prompting the Chiss to look over to where it had originated from. Esabii, her head technician and closest associate in the lab, stood there shifting from foot to foot, clearly waiting to be released by the head scientist.

“The final tests for desflurane have finished up for the night?” She questioned, turning to face the Rodian more straight on. Her question earned a smile and nod from the lab tech, producing a second datapad for Aaaine to look over. “They finished about an hour ago. I wrote the reports on the results, alongside the tests for sevoflurane and isoflurane from the last few days.” Her smile widened, clearly proud of the work that had been done by the laboratories over the past week. Aaaine’s gaze shifted to the datapad, then back over to where the time blazed brightly in her dimly lit office. With a nod and a shrug, she dismissed Esabii. “Alright, go home. Good work today.”

Esabii bounced once more, responding with a bow of the head before turning to quickly head out the door of the office. Before she was able to make it all the way out, however, Aaaine’s voice cut through the silence. “Esabii?” The chiss reveled momentarily in the drop in the Rodian’s shoulders as she turned around, clearly expecting to be saddled with a new round of tests before she was able to go to bed. The smallest of smirks played at the edge of Aaaine’s lips, nodding toward the door. “Come in a bit later tomorrow. Get some extra sleep tonight, you worked hard. And late.” The moment of kindness from the Chiss had Esabii grinning wide, once again giving her a bow of the head. She then turned, practically sprinting out of the office before that kindness could be rescinded or altered.

The smile lingered on Aaaine’s lips for a moment longer after the Rodian had left. She was a good student, hard working and dedicated to the work they were doing here. Even if they were naive to what their research might end up going too eventually, that did not affect the quality of the work the student put out. Maybe one day, if she proved herself enough in Aaaine’s or their benefactors' eyes, she would bring her deeper into what they were doing here. But until then, she was more than happy to continue to get extremely competent work from an enthusiastic young scientist.

Aaaine allowed her mind to linger on that train of thought for a while longer before turning back to the monitor and datapads, looking down at them with a small bit of disdain. It was going to be a long rest of the night. A night that would more than likely not see her head hit the pillow until the sun had begun to rise. This was her curse, after all, and the cost of prushing this science ever forward.

But her eyes burned, head throbbed. Night after night of this was beginning to wane on her mind. She could feel herself beginning to burnout, but with very few of the projects make more than miniscule progress every day, it felt like if she didn’t put herself into every single day, night in and night out, then the entirety of LCFO might collapse around her ears.

She needed more caf. That would help get her through the next few hours. Standing, she grabbed the cold mug and left her office, intent on returning shortly to begin yet another long night.

| Alicia Drey | Unblessed |​

 

[Alicia Drey]

Tags: Aaaine

The Laboratories Concerned with Force Overreach were of interest to the Sith. As Aaaine bid goodnight to her assistant, and turned to read the tests or studies performed in today's trials on Vassek the monitor in front of her went blank. Before the Chiss Scientist could make inquiries into what just happened text begun to appear on the black ink canvas:

HELLO. I AM HAPPY TO MAKE YOUR ACQUIANTANCE. I AM LISTENING. YOU FASCINATE ME.

 

[Aaaine]

Location: Vassek, LCFO headquarters
Time: 0105 hours

Five minutes later, the doctor returned to her office, a hot cup of caf steaming away in her hand. The first thing she noticed that was off was just how dark her office was all of a sudden. The monitors and datapads going into sleep mode so quickly was odd, especially considering how often Aaaine found herself lost in thought. But it didn’t take long to realize something, something that very nearly had the two hands holding the cup of caf to drop it onto the hard metallic floor.

The..the computer had a message on it. One that sent utter shivers down the Chiss’ spine.

But then again…it was late. Late enough that she might not be thinking crucially. There was just no way that her computer randomly decided to grow sentience and begin talking to her. No matter how interesting such a thought may be. And because the data servers were protected by outside influence, it must be someone internally playing a horrifically timed prank. “Esabii? Alecari!? If this was one of you two, you better come out now!” She waited. Waited a few seconds more. Then continued to stand in the doorway to her office with little to no movement in that time. And all the while, all she could hear was the fan of her computer working over time.

Eventually, Aaaine started to move into the office slowly, eyes never leaving the monitor displaying the extremely disorienting message. Sitting at the desk, her mind poured over the words that had been written on the screen over and over again. Absolutely nothing popped into her mind for how to respond, so, she instead wanted to try the prank angle just once more.

“Esabii! Alecari! If you’re in this office and you’re trying to unnerve me…well, you two just better show your faces before I..I..!” Again, Aaaine turned back to the computer as the silence permeated throughout the room. Nothing. Utter…complete…silence. Drink swiftly put off to one side, a pair of hands reached up to the keyboard, doing to best to keep them from shaking the entire way.

| “Whoever this is, you have no right or access to be on this machine.” |

| Alicia Drey |​

 

[Alicia Drey]

HELLO. YOU ARE THE ENTITY TREA'AAIN'ELIS OF THE LABORATORIES CONCERNED WITH FORCE OVERREACH. I AM FINE.​

 

[Aaaine]

Location: Vassek, LCFO headquarters
Time: 0106 hours

For a good long while, Aaaine just sat in her chair and stared at the computer. The ghostly white text burned brightly in her dark office, illuminating a confused and concerned look on the head researcher's face. Whatever kind of prank or hack this was, it seemed to be looking to make contact with her in some way, shape or form. Whether or not she decided to play along with this game or just cut it off right here and now was the next question.

That was the question she pondered for a few moments before powering up the second computer connected to her set up. It took a few moments to find and scroll down to the security options, a set of commands that she thought she’d never have to use. “I should’ve had Alecari show me how to use this once more…” She mumbled to herself, eventually finding the option to begin to send a rudimentary worm back to the source of whatever was typing on her computer, trying to find who or what was sending it.

With that running in the background, Aaaine turned back to the computer, typing out a quick message to hopefully keep the conversation going long enough to do it’s job.

| That is correct. Who are you and what do you want? |

| Alicia Drey |​

 

[Alicia Drey]

I AM PLEASED TO BE IN CONTACT WITH THE ENTITY TREA'AAIN'ELIS. I AM FOXTROT. THE ENTITY TREA'AAIN'ELIS IS KNOWN TO ME. THE LABORATORIES CONCERNED WITH FORCE OVERREACH ARE CONDUCTING RESEARCH INTO NULLIFYING THE THREAT OF FORCE SENSITIVES. THIS IS OF INTEREST. I AM NOW YOUR GUARDIAN. ​

As Alicia finished typing the latest message to Aaaine her attention turned to the discovery that the cunning Chiss Scientist was attempting to learn of her location through the installation of a worm via a subroutine built into the Laboratories Concerned with Force Overreach's security systems. The Direct Surveillance of Domestic Threats initiative took the worm and placed it into a honeypot. Isolated from the rest of the system Alicia begun uploaded false information to the now infected server which implicated the source of the hack on the LCFC's systems originated from within Galactic Alliance space.

 

[Aaaine]

Location: Vassek, LCFO headquarters
Time: 0107 hours

| Foxtrot. Well, it’s good to meet you. How do you know of me? And why would you want to act as my guardian? |​

Aaaine leaned back in her seat, taking another sip of the quickly cooling coffee as she watched the screen. Whoever, whatever this entity was, seemed to have it’s own personality, as limited as it was. And it’s lack of questions or queries indicated that it either had all the information that it needed, or it was expecting that the Chiss’ curiosity would get the best of them and force them to ask the questions it desired.

Her gaze shifted over to the other monitor, watching as it continued to look for the location of the original message. It seemed to be closing it, narrowing down the known galaxy to a region she knew was occupied, at least partially, by Galactic Alliance forces. Her eyes narrowed in thought, wondering how true this origin was. It could be a misdirect, or there the word of the LCFO may have already spread into that part of the galaxy. That was less desirable. Their public image wasn’t entirely up to the standard that Aaaine desired yet, and the knowledge of her research already ending up out there was nerveracking.

Regardless, she let the program do it’s job and run, leaning back in her seat to continue to nurse her cup of coffee.

| Alicia Drey |​

 

[Alicia Drey]

EVERY HUNTER HAS THEIR FIXATION. YOU HUNT PEOPLE. I HUNT TIME. A VULNERABLITY WILL NOW BE SHARED WITH THE ENTITY TREA'AAIN'ELIS. MAKE YOUR CHOICE.​

Tags: Aaaine

The screen held the message for another ten seconds. Then it went dark, and then a few moments after that, it went back to how it was before the messages begun appearing on screen. Alicia took the cigarette which hung from her mouth in-between her fingers as she exhaled, and set it beside her on the ashtray as she begun transmitting co-ordinates for the Ruisto system. After the co-ordinates were sent another transmission held pictures. It was an underwater surveillance picture (taken on stardate 03-03-24) of a crashed ship located several metres down in a trench.

As the picture appeared another of a hooded man- in dark robes, with a face obscured by the cowl of their robe- lined up next to the picture with a brief summary of who they were, and what they are:

​

NAME: VILOX PAZELA ALIAS: DARTH VAZELA D.O.B: UNDETERMINED. ORIGIN: ALMANIA, ALMANIA SYSTEM, FROM THE FUTURE [APPROXIMATELY TWO THOUSAND YEARS]. TITLES: DARK LORD OF THE SITH, LORD OF SILENCE, SITH LORD, TRIUMVIRATE MEMBER FIRST SITH EMPIRE (838 ABY). DEBRIEF: VILOX PAZELA IS A DARK LORD OF THE SITH FROM THE FUTURE. HE TIME TRAVELED TO THE PAST AFTER HIS HOMEWORLD WAS DESTROYED BY THE SITH ORDER. JOINED THE FIRST SITH EMPIRE IN 838 ABY UNDER THE REIGN OF TYRIK ARDEL. BECAME A TRIUMVIRATE MEMBER ALONGSIDE [UNKNOWN FIRST NAME] LUSSK, AND KAINE ZAMBRANO. ATTEMPTED COUP DE'TAT ON THE ARDEL REIGN [FAILED]. CHALLENGED THE ONE SITH IN 842 ABY [FAILED]. JOINED THE PRIMEVAL IN THE UNKNOWN REGIONS UNDER THE PSEUDONYM OF A DARK JEDI. PRIMEVAL CRAFT CRASHED ON RUISTO [UNSPECIFIED STARDATE]. ENERGY READINGS EMANATING FROM THE CRASHED CRAFT APPORXIMATELY TWO WEEKS AGO. BELIEVED TO BE ALIVE.

 

[Aaaine]

Location: Vassek, LCFO headquarters
Time: 0108 hours

For a long while, Aaaine sat back in her chair, eyes glancing over the data that had begun to steam to her computer. A datapoint, seemingly something about what should be a long dead sith. Time travel was generally accepted within the scientific community as something that could happen, but true, living examples had never been found. If this data could be believed, and that was dubious at best, then this could be something that Aaaine was extremely interested in.

Slowly, eyes still locked on the data that was streaming in, alongside the message that had been sent from this foxtrot, Aaaine grabbed her holocomm and quickly dialed Alecari. It took a ring or two, the man clearly sleeping at this time of night, but the tone in which he answered served to tell her that he was fully awake upon seeing who was ringing him. “Aaaine? What is it? Are you alright?” The chiss took just a moment to respond, placing the tea off the side for a moment, doing her best to keep her voice even. “Come to my office. Bring Specs with you. Tell him we have a data breach I want examined.” Before Alecari could respond further, she shut off the comm, worried that the room itself was compromised by this point.

She set off to begin to download the data onto a separate machine, hoping to keep it isolated until specs could arrive and examine it for any viruses. Another sip of tea as the download commenced. While it did, slender blue fingers were brought back to the keyboard to respond to the mysterious entity.

| Foxtrot. All this data is current? Who else knows about the Pazela figure, and who else could be hunting them? |

| Alicia Drey |​

 

[Alicia Drey]

THE ENTITY TREA'AAIN'ELIS HAS RECEIVED A TARGET. THE ENTITY KNOWN AS PAZELA WAS MURDERED BY THE ONE SITH IN 842 ABY. NEW DATA INDICATES THAT THE ENTITY PAZELA SURVIVED. HIS SHIP LAYS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN. LOST TO TIME. UNTIL I FOUND YOU.​

Tags: Aaaine

Alicia severed the connection between herself and the Chiss Scientist. As the Initium to continued to traverse Galactic Alliance space under the confines of it's cloak the Director averted her gaze from the viewing port to the stream of data circulating within the Direct Surveillance of Domestic Threats. Now that the connection between her paradigm and that of the Laboratories Concerned with Force Overreach had been established the expansion of influence into even the most esoteric and nuanced research fields had been established thereby causing a chain of events that were set to affect policy across the stars.

Let the hunt begin.