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Prophet of Bogan
For all the strange and arcane architecture that comprised the Kor'ethyr Academy, they at least had the decency to keep the main entrance consistent. Were it any different then He had little doubt that they'd have much in the way of visitors. Darth Strosius stepped through the threshold and ran His gaze over the familiar halls in a decidedly unfamiliar layout. It wasn't all that long ago that the Neti had given Him a tour of the academy while it was still in progress, yet now it seemed as though He would need an updated one. If the academy remained consistent enough for a tour to even be applicable.

A'Mia, much like the last time He was here, had told Him that she would be His guide once He arrived. She was the main reason He had come here at all, evidently there was something that she was wanting to discuss. He hoped it wasn't to have Him speak in a classroom or something of that sort. While He did greatly value the need to teach upcoming Sith, He was a firm believer that lecture could only get one so far. Venturing out into the galaxy was the best method to truly learn the ways of the Sith.

The thought of being asked to shepherd a bunch of Acolytes on a "field trip" of any kind made Him wince as well. He did not envy the lives and responsibilities of those that tied themselves into the service of an academy. It was a noble pursuit, and someone had to do it, but it wasn't one that He would enjoy. He preferred a more direct method when it came to teaching, classrooms were far too stifling and impersonal.

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Though the school itself showed the most outward signs of shifting growth, the resident neti resident had also done much energetic expansion herself of late. The moment Darth Strosius Darth Strosius stepped foot into Kor'ethyr, her mycelial connection to the Weave in that place took notice. She'd been expecting him, so a series of preconceived environmental augmentations would take place— bio alchemical clockwork wound up to react, suddenly set in motion by Alisteri's unique Force signature.

First it was like a whisper on a breeze that wafted through the doors as they closed behind him.

"Welcome" came the familiar bright tone.

Then it was the gentle, beckoning sway of a particularly impressive miniature veshok tree specimen. After that, the hanging rustle of moon-thistle vines which adorned a stretch of hallway.

Follow, they seemed to say.

A'Mia's influence on the place was subtle but clearly profound. Her presence able to fill the space almost as a genus loci would. The journey didn't take her guest long, as she directed him through a shortcut. An otherwise locked blast-door through which he stepped to find that the environment outside the windows was suddenly snowy and mountainous, the chilly and arid desert left far below and behind.

The hallway led to a large domed greenhouse, inside which the Lord Seer was placing final touches on a specimen box that appeared to be full of oddly colored rocks. Without turning, the woman spoke aloud, her voice friendly as ever.

"Oh I'm so glad you could make it, Alisteri."

 
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It didn't take long for Darth Strosius to spot the greenery and botanical additions to the halls that should, at least in theory, lead towards A'Mia's corner of of the academy. The familiar voice that rang out as He looked at the plants only cemented that particular theory. There was subtle movements of the greenery and larger plant decorations that seemed to beckon Him onwards, down a hallway and through a blast-door into another space with windows. Windows that showed a far different scene from the one waiting outside of the academy's entrance.

He regarded the snow and mountains beyond the glass with a brief pause and a look of perplexion hidden beneath His mask but slowly continued along the hallway as the plants kept up their subtle guidance. He wasn't sure if He could recall such an environment existing on Korriban at all, which led to a while other slew of questions that He wisely chose to simply disregard for His own sake. Thankfully the travel through the halls quickly led to a greenhouse and the Neti that He had been searching for so He didn't have much time to ponder on such things anyway.

"Lady Madrona, always a pleasure." He returned the greeting as He slowly made His way over to her, cocking His head to the side and looking over the rocks that she seemed to be fiddling with. They seemed rather out of place in the greenhouse but He wasn't one to question what someone did with their personal domain. Too much. "I see you've been hard at work. Don't tell me you've brought me all this way to give you a helping hand with some of your collections here?"

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The tall woman turned and regarded him with a tilted head, strange eyes ever appearing to see more than surface level details. It was as if she might be able to scour his face beneath the mask and scars beneath cloth. She dusted off her hands when she closed the case, then curtsied. Pulling the edge of her work apron out in a rather demure little gesture for such a tall, strange being.

"Oh Darkness, no. I wouldn't presume to call you all the way here for this. Though once I've mutated the lichen enough we might yet make use of it in biotechnology for future projects."

And indeed upon his approach Ali could see that the rocks were covered in multicolored lichen. Most notable of all though was the Force signature coming off of them, faint though it may be. The effect almost made the rocks seem alive though of course it was the strange proto-plants growing on their surface that caused it.

"No, I was rather hoping to discuss the changes you've undergone since death— or near death, as the case may be."

Blunt. To the point.

When left to her own devices, A'Mia was not very politic, nor did she often find need for guile. Her curiosity drove her, the pursuit of knowledge was her greatest ambition and with Darth Strosius Darth Strosius , she felt no need to hide that fact.

 
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He quirked an eyebrow up behind His mask at the mention of the lichen, glancing at the rocks and noticing the colorful growths adorning them. Ones that resonated with the Force, albeit to a minor degree. "I see." Darth Strosius could certainly respect the field of experimentation with new vessels for the Force, although He much preferred more sentient beings than plants in His own work. Still it was an interesting and potentially very useful concept if she could indeed harness it properly as she proposed.

"Ah." Why had everyone taken such a keen interest in that topic? The ever-present trails exuding from His robes seemed to grow more visible at the mention of their presence but with a subtle roll of His shoulders they receded just as quickly. "What changes in particular were you hoping to discuss?" There were multiple to consider although they all roughly held the same source as it were. An unexpected result of several factors and a rather unique circumstance that had birthed what He was now.

Something more and less than He had been all at the same time. Something firmly rooted to the physical but with an echo in the spiritual. A cleave that He hadn't quite figured out how best to mend as of yet. Though He did have more than one idea on how to do so, even if they were essentially just theories until He could perform them and inspect the results.

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At first she seemed to be considering how best to characterize her interest while her eyes wandered to the edges of him, beyond him to where his presence was clearly visible to her but might be perceived as empty space by others.

More than he ever was, yet still wounded… She mused silently.

Then something in his bearing brought her back to the present moment more fully and her gaze came back to focus on the mask. Finally she settled on an approach, turning toward a little path in the strange greenhouse that went only a short way before it led to a sleek work table that was mostly clear. She spoke as she walked, assuming her guest would follow.

"Any that you're willing to discuss with me, or better yet, that you’d allow me to examine myself.

Answering in the most straightforward manner possible before expounding a bit.

"More specifically though I'm intrigued by your journey of transformation, the face you hide— not beneath the mask, mind you. The other one."

A small thoughtful smile pulled the edges of her mouth as she regarded him sidelong and referenced his impressive war-form.

"And based on… your particular pattern in the Weave, I believe there is so much more to you than what meets even my discerning eyes."

She sat at the table in one graceful motion, inviting him to sit with an open palm, though unbothered if he chose instead to sightsee her impressive collection. This biome held a number of rare species that faired better at high elevations and colder temperatures, though the dome still protected from the worst of the biting frost.

"So I suppose I'm asking to learn from you, trade information perhaps? I've begun my own journey of augmentation too. I think I could offer an outside perspective on alchemical and surgical techniques you might utilize moving forward."

 
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Darth Strosius maintained a stoic silence as the Neti seemed to observe Him, trying to find some angle to pursue the conversation with via dissecting Him visually in a manner that He didn't particularly care for. Not enough to bother Him but enough to make Him tense slightly until she had turned away and began moving further into the greenhouse down a path, one which He was quick to follow after of course.

"Discussion is preferred." He wasn't keen on being prodded, even if it was for the sake of discovery. He nodded slightly at the glance and seemed to catch on to what she was implying. "My Sithspawn enhancements you mean?" Or so He assumed at least. "There are quite a few layers to my being yes, some of which are more intentional than others. I have little doubt that an in depth inspection would prove a complex affair." One that He would much prefer to do Himself admittedly.

The masked man took a moment to peer around the greenhouse as A'Mia sat down, slowly sliding into the offered seat across from her before His gaze eventually traveled back to regard her. "Ah I see now, yes I suppose my techniques and knowledge would be fairly applicable in your line of work." Even if her work involved far less complex and sentient beings than His. "I'm not the most informed or experienced with botanical matters myself, but delicate Sithspawn work is something of a specialty of mine."

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Pleased to find him so amenable to discussion, A'Mia also noted the twist of disquiet when she gazed upon him too discerningly for too long. The warning came from the orchid core, an empathic feedback that took a few long moments to register in her mind. She'd need to show more tact regarding the intensity of her curiosity, that much seemed clear.

"Quite," she acknowledged his expertise with a nod.

A'Mia leaned back, hoping to allow the space between them to offer a balm to her strangeness. From an apron pocket, the woman produced a datapad well worn at the edges and covered in more than a little substrate from various greenhouse projects.
She powered it on, quickly finding the folder she was looking for, then tabbed through a few items before pushing it across the table for him to consider.

"Since the revelation that you are back, and because powers that be here on Korriban wish to work closely with you, there has been discussion about who and what exactly you are. I've compiled three main topics of interest regarding your unique physiology and energetic makeup: sangnir, sithspawn, and post-death changes. Of course there are other subjects and aspects I can't or won't account for here."

The document was extensive. Given full reign to tab and scroll through, Darth Strosius would find countless stills from the broadcast Kaggath which were covered in small annotations, general charts on known sangnir traits/ physiology, and numerous pages of well organized observations about each of the three headers. Most surprising of all perhaps was A'Mia's illustrative skill. The artwork was neat and clinical, but inspired nonetheless. One such depiction even seemed to illustrate Alisteri himself amidst a web of fire, like a winged spider transversing the lines of fate themselves.

"We can keep this at the level of discussion indefinitely, of course," she continued, tone growing uncharacteristically serious even as the mild smile remained.

"However, I do think you ought to consider that you are too close to the subject matter. That you'd almost certainly benefit from seeing your situation with a fresh set of eyes."

Somewhere nearby, the telltale sound of water boiling became clear. It seemed she'd put on a kettle the moment she knew he'd arrived. Her hands spread out before her in a "cards on the table" kind of gesture, before they folded demurely in her lap.

"I too could use an outside perspective, as I intend to accelerate my own changes very soon. So, if you have any immediate questions, objections, or observations, I'd delight at hearing them."

There was a sudden rustling a few paces behind her. What had once appeared to be a squat shrub planted at the pathway's edge, revealed itself as a rather small specimen of her most recent Sithspawn species. It slunk away toward the sound of boiling water.

"Tea?"

 
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The datapad was plucked up and sifted through, at first with a quick glance and then with a more keen eye as He realized how in-depth it actually was. It was rather concerning really but the organization and illustrations were impressive enough that the extensive observations and the implications of them were somewhat diminished in importance. At least for now. He paused at one image in particular, one more artistic rather than the usual sense of utility that dominated the other illustrations.

"Hm." Darth Strosius lingered on the odd spider-like image for a long moment before tearing His eyes away from it and glancing back at the Neti. "I shall...take it into consideration. For now I think it best that you have some more experience with my methods and my...eccentricities before discussing any such collaborations in depth. I've yet to involve any of my followers in such processes without my direct input and oversight involved." Thankfully He was far more durable than anyone else in His flock, but that wasn't an excuse for sloppy work.

He perked up as the sound of boiling water reached His ears, a quick glance in the direction of the noise being made before looking back at A'Mia as she spoke and laid her hands out bare then folded them. The shrub that seemed to spontaneously animate did catch His eye but by now He simply resolved to not question it and accept it as part of the greenhouse. Tea sounded wonderful right about now. "I'd like some yes, thank you."

Darth Strosius scrolled back up on the datapad and tapped on the screen, starting to edit some of the sections. "Let's start with the basics, shall we? Sangnir is the baseline for what I am now, even if it is heavily modified and evolved. You have some general information here but the specifics are integral to understanding how I became like I am now and how it effects me physically." As He spoke He paused His typing to ponder on what was already recorded before either leaving it or changing it, selectively fixing and adding onto the data presented.

"Most importantly Sangnir regeneration isn't as simple as it is for most species in the galaxy. It is directly tied to the amount of blood, or rather the life force within blood, that we consume. It's important to keep in mind that the Sangnir body is essentially kept in a constant peak condition by the regeneration process, hence the ever-present need for blood. Toxins, aging, wounds, all of these things are kept in check by regeneration which is primarily fueled by the intake of life essence. Without it not only will regeneration of wounds become far longer but the body itself will start to shrivel and in some instances decay." He held a rather scholarly tone despite the morbid topic.

"This constant upkeep also includes the physical conditions and ailments typically found within those that make extensive usage of the Dark Side. By and large most Sangnir would never show yellow eyes or any other common physical signs of Sith practices unless they were exceptionally powerful in the Force or they had done as I have and purposefully modified their bodies. This makes any Sithspawn processes rather difficult as most of the time the main methods used to induce such a condition will either become diluted or even outright extinguished by the natural Sangnir regeneration."

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"Of course," she inclined her head at mention of taking collaboration one step at a time.
"I merely wanted to be entirely forthcoming about my interest and intentions."

Again, despite the benefits of and even sometimes the necessity of subterfuge, A'Mia rarely found need for it. Indeed, despite his associations with Sith spy networks, Darth Strosius Darth Strosius generally seemed to regard her blunt approach as acceptable.

The shrubby Sithspawn brought over a large tray with various accoutrements for preparing them a hot drink. The neti made herself busy preparing the ornate ceramic teapot with colorful dried herbs and flowers as she listened to him intently. In fact, as he began to lecture in earnest, her eyes widened a bit and she reached a newly sprouted arm into a different apron pocket. A smaller but newer looking datapad was soon out beside her.

A'Mia clearly had a heightened propensity for multitasking and she put it to good work. Preparing tea, listening intently, and now taking her own rapid notes on the second tablet, the neti soon became more animated and expressive as they dove into the topic at hand.

"Yes, I have had some questions about that! Sources conflict on the matter. Regarding life essence and what is needed by your kind for sustenance: will any life form do, or is stronger Force signature necessary within the food source? I've hypothesized that it is a complex balance between the inherent life sustaining properties of blood or blood-like ichor, in combination with Force essence. In fact, I've been working to develop Sithspawn that might be able to actually harvest latent essence- in war-torn environs for instance, or in the way that fungus turns decay into an extant form of life. The goal would be to create alternative, perhaps even preferable food sources for those reliant on blood!"

She cut herself off abruptly, suddenly realizing she was letting herself run ahead without showing respect for the normal flow of conversation. A'Mia affected a deep breath, despite having no lungs to fill, and she straightened up to practice better manners with her guest. Their drinks needed a moment to steep, but she was poised to pour the moment the blend reached peak readiness.

 
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Darth Strosius listened to brief barrage of questions and hypotheses without any real surprise or even lack of interest, seeming to take it in stride as He responded. "Well Sangnir do require normal nutrient intake just as any species would, life essence is simply another need but one that is more physically vital than the rest. All life forms are inherently tied to the Force and thus any can provide sustenance, but yes those with more Force sensitivity do tend to provide a more...potent meal."

Taking one remark at a time was something of a skill of His by now, He did have to instruct Revna after all. "The blood is simply the best medium of transmission of the life essence, but you can harvest it without needing to drink from a lifeform. These alternative methods are more intricate but truthfully I find them pointless." There was no shortage of enemies that could provide what was needed to sate His thirst, why bother with any alternatives? Might as well put them to some use.

"If you'd like some advice with your project, start with creatures such as Vornskr or Tuk'ata. They can make usage of the Force better than most non-sentient species through their biology. If you're wanting to make anything that can harvest life essence, you'll want to know how it can be detected first and foremost and they can provide that answer." He knew well enough that such creatures could prove very useful indeed for projects like the one that A'Mia had described.

He had dissected and studied the creatures before and had gained much insight from them, their simpler biology and makeup providing answers where more sentient being couldn't. Rather fascinating beasts if He did say so Himself. It was a shame that neither He nor His cult had any real talent for taming them, they'd make a valuable asset for His forces.

"With that in mind, shall we shift our conversation to the Sithspawn element of my being then? It is a far more...complex matter than Sangnir biology."

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Fingers flying as she continued to annotate their conversation in real time, the neti merely nodded rather than interject during any of his additions, explanations, and bits of advice. As he began to steer their conversation to a new aspect of the conversation, A'Mia felt the tea ready to pour.

Aromatic steam rose from the delicate finery, and the beautiful bright green tea swirled as it settled into each of their cups. The neti had poured both perfectly with nary a glance downward, so fixated on their conversation was she, yet not a single drop spilled.

Finally she added a thought into the pause he gave.

"Regarding creatures for testing, that is sound advice and I've already studied a handful of our local tuk'ata specimens. I must also add that my experimentation is farther along than that, given that I've recently welcomed a new colony of Matron Sithspawn and their ilk, courtesy of Taeli Raaf Taeli Raaf . Once I have seen to it that they are settled into their new accommodations here, in a cave system terraformed to their liking, I'd very much enjoy showing you what I'm working on there!"

She shook her head, an almost wry smile touching her face, realizing that she ran the risk of getting carried away again. A'Mia reached for her own tea absently, and dipped her head in a re-centering little nod toward Darth Strosius Darth Strosius .

"Please, go on. The complexities you hint at are surely where my documentation is weakest in that write up."


 
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A snarl and a barely silenced hiss cropped up beneath His mask at the mention of Taeli Raaf, having to sink His teeth into His lip to stifle the disgusted noise before He did His best to compose Himself. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with those particular Sithspawn myself, but if they're creations of Raaf then I'd highly recommend putting them out of their misery. Undoubtedly amateurish work at best and abominations at worst, I bet they can't even blink and breath at the same time without pulling something." His advice dripped with loathing.

Darth Strosius did manage to somewhat compose Himself by the time that the Neti encouraged Him to continue His elaboration, His gaze flickering to the tea for a moment before He nodded. "I would assume it to be yes. Although my revival and existence hereafter is similarly illusive I'm sure." Or so it would be until they got to that particular topic at least. One that He was still trying to wrap His head around fully Himself. What He wouldn't give to have His workshop back on Formos right about now.

"As I mentioned before, many of the basic and most common Sithspawning techniques have wound up being reversed almost entirely by my natural Sangnir regeneration. Life essence, Anima as the Sangnir call it, soon became the easiest method of modification for myself. This made the entire process more gradual, piecemeal. With only so much able to be done in small doses, otherwise the essence would be too corrupted and would need to be purged from my system." And rather violently at that, the memory of the detoxification sessions still made Him shiver.

"Primarily my enhancements would be focused around strengthening my connection to the Force. I was not blessed with a high natural affinity or sensitivity for it like many are, but I found some methods to induce a greater sensitivity via life essence manipulation. Again, in very minor increments at a time unfortunately." Too many enhancement attempts all at once were not conducive to productivity, as He had come to painfully learn. "Along the way I managed to figure out the intricacies of Sangnir biology as well, a necessity given the delicate nature of my work. I took the liberty of enhancing my regenerative abilities as well as my Force Sensitivity, a relatively simple process by comparison."

His own body had been one of the greatest obstacles and boons to His work. Just as easily as He could heal from any surgical errors or mistakes so too could all the hard work that those operations had been intended to put in flesh be undone. Very frustrating indeed. "This has overcomplicated my physical form as it were, although it did aid in my resurrection as I unintentionally bound some parts of my being into this body. Moreso than they already were anyway."

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Despite the man's attempt to school his baser instincts and the mask covering his face, A'Mia's eyes wandered as if seeing the way he bit his own mouth to fight back a displeased sound. Indeed, she often held herself with an uncanny sense of knowing things that were otherwise unseen. The woman didn't interject but she did scrawl a quick note elsewhere on a new window before tabbing back over to the main document she'd created specifically for annotating their conversation. The neti didn't interject and in fact, allowed a brief pause before she spoke again.

"Before going on, regarding Raaf- I meant no offense nor indelicacy. We needn't speak on the topic more..."

She gave a small nod, with half a mind to add that she didn't allow emotion to cloud her scientific process but decided not to further prod that particular wound, whatever it was.

"So, to clarify about these procedures: using augmented Anima, you have successfully enacted gradual but profound changes to your physical and metaphysical form?"

The rate of note taking had picked back up. Tense social energy fleeing from her focus almost as quickly as it had arisen, the arboreal woman seemed to be following Darth Strosius Darth Strosius but was ensuring that her charting was meticulous.

"That is very interesting though, that you were able to correct your capacity to effect the Weave, to touch and effect the Force more powerfully than before. Have you tested that particular method on a sentient other than yourself?"

It was almost an offhanded comment and question. The woman reached absently for her tea, still typing as she took a dainty sip. She had other, more hard hitting questions that she was saving- feeling certain that one in particular might make him prickly. At the very least, A'Mia hoped to keep things as squarely clinical as possible before she risked wading deep into murky philosophical waters with a man known for his biting opinions.

 
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A grunt of dismissal, accompanied by a wave, was the only response to her apology for the sore subject. His words still stood even if she hadn't intended to cause any ire, but He doubted that she would heed them. Much to her own detriment of course. But that was something that she would have to discover on her own He supposed.

Back to the matter at hand. "Very gradual but very profound, yes." Darth Strosius nodded and idly rested His masked cheek on one of His fists as He sat back and allowed the tension to fade from His form. "Thankfully Sangnir biology, while fickle and difficult to most Sithspawning methods, is receptive to Anima as a vessel for alchemical enhancements. Once I had figured that out then it was just a matter of testing my own physical limitations regarding how drastic of an alteration I wanted to make." A process that sounded deceptively simple when spoken but hinted at a great deal of trial and error.

"Of course, I would not dare keep the ability to access greater connection to the Force to my followers. Although it did take some time before I could manage reliable rituals and processes to facilitate such results." Thankfully His own personal experience regarding enhancement and augmentation had served well enough to expedite what would have normally been an abysmally cruel and wasteful learning process.

"When it comes to the vast majority of those blessed with the Force however, especially those with a less significant degree of sensitivity such as myself or most of my followers, I have discovered that there is something of a...ceiling." He shifted in His seat and let out a reluctant sigh as though the topic was mournful to Him in some manner. "Biologically speaking there is only so much that Force Sensitivity can be enhanced. With a Sangnir such as myself this isn't quite the case but for any others I'm afraid it is most definitely a matter of diminishing returns after a few augmentation processes."

Regretfully it was an issue that He couldn't discern any real solution for. Not one that lay within the Force at least. Sangnir were only exempt from that ceiling due to their natural regenerative abilities making the difference in the recovery process and He refused to make His Sith suffer as He had done so Himself. He hadn't sacrificed so much just so that they had to endure as He had done. "To that end I've found that granting access to new Force abilities or enhancing existing ones is usually better than increasing the overall connection to the Force, at least on a large scale."

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"Interesting."

And indeed it was. A'Mia found the man oddly endearing with his intensity of belief, in the way his ethos and zealotry clearly did empower him. The neti might disagree with some of his conclusions, as she was a faithless creature, but his methods were effective and intriguing nonetheless. How much more simple it was for her to create minions for herself, Alisteri actually had to win his over and spend time caring for their individual needs. It was fascinating really.

As A'Mai completed the last line of notes from his most recent statements, she sipped from her tea again and wondered how he'd react to the trade she had in mind, That could wait though, he'd only just relaxed after talk of the Dark Councilor.

"I am sure we might get more into the details on that, if you'd be willing to break down some of your substrate combinations-" she paused, deciding she'd used the wrong word, "Rather, I mean the solution you create. I would be curious how you calculate and balance such things. Adjusting Anima for ourself, versus how the same solution need be altered for others. And of course It would be most enlightening to learn your techniques to awaken those yet asleep to the ways of the Force."

She took another brief sip of tea, nodding toward the datapad her guest referenced and continued.

"On to the most enigmatic topic at hand, if you're willing. Do you recall any events following your death but preceding your resurrection? And, if I may be so bold as to inquire, that tearing at your edges- the metaphysical wings of Darkness you now bear, what can you tell me of them? Are they a natural progression of alterations you purposefully made to yourself or are they something more?"

Her previously casual demeanor had sharpened into hungry scrutiny. She hadn't moved closer nor really adjusted from the companionable seating arrangement they'd formed. But there was something new in the tone of her voice, raw curiosity clamoring just beneath the surface of her deceivingly calm and pleasant face. If sanguine hunger was a vice of Darth Strosius, the voracious drive to obtain knowledge was much the same for A'Mia.

 
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He gave a noncommittal but not disinterested hum at the mention of going into further detail on the solutions that He made use of, although He had no qualms about sharing more information on His methods of igniting Force Sensitivity. While there were some specifics He'd like to keep hold of for the sake of safeguarding His followers and their enhancements He had no reason to hide other such aspects of His tampering. All should have access to the blessings of the Force after all.

Darth Strosius clicked His tongue as He set the datapad in hand aside when the mention of His most drastic change was brought up, that of His resurrection. The most complex and mysterious process that He had endured and one that still eluded Him even now. "My memory is somewhat fragmented following my demise." He started slow, reluctant as though admitting to something embarrassing that He'd prefer not to speak of.

"I remember being...severed. Cleaved soul from body. In the physical realm I was thrown onto a medical bed, my armor and robes cut away as quickly as could be managed before I had to be thrown into a tank of Bacta in order to preserve what sparks of life were left in my wounded form. In the spiritual however...I saw paradise. I saw the ocean. The Force." Reluctance gave way to an almost wistful tone even if recalling the two separate memories did make His head throb somewhat.

"It was...beautiful. Breathtaking. I'd never seen something so perfect before and I doubt that I ever shall again until I perish. The Force stretched before me, woven between planets and organisms in a never-ending sea of life. But before I could sink into that sea, become one with the churning tides, I was...pulled. Elsewhere. Away from dissolution and into the arms of something far greater than myself." Darth Strosius slid His eyes closed for a moment as He recalled the sensation, the cold fingers curling around His very soul and dragging it away from the lapping shores of the Force.

"A pale face with red tears had summoned me. He didn't speak but I knew what He was the moment He brought me to kneel before Him. The Dark Side had selected me from the countless souls and lives to have an audience with. Then He cast me back into my body where my two halves settled and merged together again." Finally pulled from His reverie, He nodded to the tendrils with a note of frustration in His voice. "These...leaks are an unforeseen side effect of my demise. Unknown to myself, due to my tampering with my own form I had anchored my soul to my body in a far more literal sense than most. When I died and my body suffered displacement there were fragments lost, with these tendrils being the result of those as well as the reintroduction of my soul being torn from the Force itself."

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