When You Wish Upon A Dark Star (Siobhan)

[Tempest]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
“I’m fine. Glad I’ve got this armour…” Tempest said, tracing her fingers over the plates. They were mildly scored, but that was it.

They soon came upon the researchers. Unequipped with the Force or Beskar armour, they’d fallen in the chamber on the ground and lay where they’d been shot, the bodies decomposing. Tempest sighed and made a sign her people used to wish the deceased a safe passage to the afterlife.

“Well, I guess we should go forward and see what these droids were guarding.”

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Tempest"]

Beheading the quadrupedal droid counted as a critical hit. For defeating three droids Tempest would gain xp. Not enough for a level-up yet though! The machines' blasters counted as loot, but in the nature of loot it was sort of useless since the guns were very much out of date.

For her part Siobhan bent down to give the quadrupedal droid her student had defeated a closer examination, bionic eye running over it before she picked up one of the blasters, scrutinising it more closely before tossing the gun aside. Stasers, the low-powered blasters the Eldorai traditionally used, were rather weak compared to the galactic standard model, but these guns seemed far older. The same applied to the droids. As a matter of fact, Eldorai were very reticient when it came to the use of machines, a consequence of the memories of the Kar'zun War. Moreover, machines lacked souls and thus were not creations of Ashira. Hence why even the more progressive elves felt so uncomfortable among droids designed to blend in among organics and blur the line between the two. Interestingly enough there were arcane runes engraved upon the machines. If Phylis had been there she would have probably been able to make something of them, but Siobhan was not a specialist of language or arcana. So if the symbols were Rakatan in origin she would not know.

Soon they happened upon the decomposing, rotting bodies of the researchers, who had been mercilessly gunned down. Perhaps they would find peace in Eldorai heaven. Upon reflection, if Ashira was not really a Goddess, did Eldorai heaven still exist then? It would be a shame if it did not. Siobhan liked the idea of it after all! "Agreed. Those machines were beyond ancient, whatever they're guarding has been here for ages. Who knows, may even predate the rise of the Eldorai Matriarchy. Kaeshana is full of mysteries, a number of which the elves aren't even aware of, " Siobhan said thoughtfully, thoughts drifting back to her knowledge that the Rakata had once ruled the planet and created the Eldorai as a slave race.

Knowledge that only she, Phylis, Tegaea, Anya and the Taldir sisters possessed because to expose the truth rather than let the Eldorai maintain their belief that their people had been created by the Goddess and placed on this world by her meant tearing down the fabric of society, risking chaos and disorder. "Let's move. Don't get cocky. There might be traps and guardians who are a lot tougher than the lot before."

 

[Tempest]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Pressing on down into the tunnels they faced no more opposition. Corroded and ancient doors to either side opened into long abandoned laboratories and storerooms. Even in the dry isolation of the caves the equipment had all rusted long ago into a mass of ruined metal.
Everything was quiet, dead, no signs of life.
“I wonder if those droids were what the scanners detected?” Tempest asked. It certainly looked like nothing else of interest was here.

And then they saw the door. Black, and made of some sort of shiny stone like obsidian, it barred the way further in. It looked very important as if it had a big exclamation mark hanging over it.

Approaching, Tempest felt it, looking for a control panel. “Sealed from the inside perhaps? Ideas?”

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Tempest"]

Siobhan gave the imposing obsidian door a one-over as they came to a halt, finding no control panel. She nodded at Tempest's supposition and handed her the boltgun. "Looks like we're about to find the hidden treasure. Or awaken an ancient evil. Gun's loaded. Step back and cover. I'll tear it open. Be ready in case we wake something nasty up," she said calmly as she took a few step back from the door that barred entrance to them.

Stretching out the open palm of her flesh hand she reached out to draw in the power of the Force and fill herself with it. Aphotic energy writhed within her, an absurd amount of power begging to be unleashed as her fingers curved into a tight fist. Her telekinetic will was exerted upon the door as the power of the Force burst out of her. Doubtless the door had been built to last, but she wielded the telekinetic power to punch through the hull of a Star Destroyer in order to make a door sufficient enough for a starfighter to fly through.

Without subtlety, without grace, as she made a motion with her hand that resembled pulling a doorknob, the overwhelmning blast of kinetic energy would slam into the door with great force. The hall would quake and be shaken by small tremors as the blast struck. Metal would twist and creak against the onslaught, then the door should be violently blasted open amidst the outburst of telekinetic energy. Not the most elegant way, but there was an appeal to simple, straightforward solutions.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Tempest watched in awe as Mistress Earthshaker lived up to her name. The stone, some sort of dark and unholy material, withstood the onslaught well, refusing to break.
However, in the end it was the arch around it which gave way, the rusted metal cracking and causing a small fall of rocks to spill in as the door fell to the ground with an almighty bang and split into bits.

Tempest’s armour had protectively cancelled the noise, and when the dust cleared their way was open.

Inside was a vast room, and from the feel of it, it had been sealed for a long time. Even more amazingly there was the faint glow of power from consoles and devices. Even after however many thousands of years, there was power here.

The lights were dim except at the far end of the room where bright lights temporarily overwhelmed her HUD. Switching it to manual, the two approached, and Tempest stopped in amazement.

There, inside a coffin like tube, was an Eldorai female. Her eyes were closed, and her long white hair formed a shimmering halo about her head. Some form of liquid surrounded her, but it was still, in suspended animation.
Often times clones or experiments would be tactfully posed or covered in some way, but that had obviously not been the priority. Whoever the woman was she was extremely well built and totally naked.

Tempest whistled slightly, whether from surprise or looking at the woman was unclear.
“So what’s she doing here? Who is she? A9! Come and see if you can translate for me.”

The droid rolled over, starting to look around, and while he did, Tempest looked over at Siobhan. “Your mouth’s open,” she commented.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Tempest"]

Finally the mystery woman had been found. Obviously our heroines - well, Siobhan was not heroic, just death charged everything - would not know her identity yet. Perhaps the highly overrated Siobhan could finally be replaced. After all, she moped a lot, could not keep her alignment consistent and had the urge to inflict random violence for no real reason. Not to mention consorting with Sith despite supposedly hating them so much that she'd go on a killing spree if Firemane did business with them. Besides, her attractiveness level must have suffered a great deal.

Regardless, this post is supposed to serve some plot related purpose.

Needless to say since Siobhan was the exact opposite of subtle and ridiculously oversexed - come to think of it she was a comical parody really - her mouth was indeed open as she stared at the totally naked and very muscular Eldorai woman with flowing white hair. Is this Ashira? the ridiculous thought inevitably popped up in her mind.

Yes, as usual Siobhan's focus was utterly nonexistent. Admittedly the 'Goddess' had been a Rakata experiment. She ruled out the idea that the Eldorai had locked the woman up in the tube. If it had been a queen they wanted to get out of the way like Silaqui II they would have just sealed her inside a coffin or a building and let her starve to death. So inevitably her thoughts drifted to the idea that this might be connected to the Rakatan and their experiments. Had she been abandoned here during their Fall?

"No, it's not," she insisted, flushing slightly. "Go and check if there's a control mechanism. Careful what you touch, don't want to cause damage to her. Is the droid making headway with the symbols?" with these truly useful words out of the way she activated her comm to hail the pilot of their vessel. Presumably simply trying to tear the tube open would be a bad idea, something even someone as limited as Siobhan could she, as shocking as that was.

"Kerrigan, lost research team is dead. Found an unknown Eldorai woman in stasis. Holed up here for ages by the looks of it."

 

[Tempest]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Tempest smiled knowingly at Siobhan and crossed to where the droid was scanning the controls. It started beeping, the translation scrolling across their HUDs.
‘Confirm language is Rakata. Translation accuracy 65%. Scanning controls.’ The droid shone its light onto the panel, highlighting two in particular.
‘These buttons seem to control the stasis field and the draining of the tank. Suggest activation of both at once to prevent damage.’

Tempest meanwhile looked around the room, finding little else of interest. She went to a bank of power generators and regulators and examined them closely.
“Looks like these fusion generators long ago burned out, but it’s still getting power from tidal energy from the waves. Just enough to keep just these controls and her tube going. I’m guessing they didn’t expect it to have to last so long.”

For Siobhan there was a small triangular box on the counter, made of the same black stone as the door, and set with complex runes. It seemed to be glowing slightly….

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Tempest"]

Siobhan listened to what the droid and Tempest reported. Rakatan symbols confirmed the idea that the woman might have been a Rakata experiment. But the Infinite Empire had collapsed more than twenty thousand years ago, meaning if this was true the woman must have slept through, well, everything. That should make for one hell of a culture shock once she was woken up.


Obviously she noticed the small triangular box on the counter that seemed to be made of the same black stone as the door. Speaking of which, the Eldorai had filled Santaissa with buildings made of white stone, most prominently the ziggurat that served as the seat of government. Doubtless this was relevant somehow, or perhaps not. She saw the faint glow emanating from the box and the complex set of runes.

"Last so long as in making the woman miss all of galactic history since the Rakata, including her own species' rise," Siobhan commented. "A9, come and have a look at these runes, find out what they mean," she pointed at the box. Doubtless it was important somehow, so she did not press the buttons just yet. Or perhaps she should. One could never tell with ancient stasis coffins. It might trigger a defence mechanism and release zombies.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

A9 rolled over and examined the runes. It looked like several fine past examples of a Rakatan mind prison, but with some important differences.
'Device is labelled as the 'mind log' of one known as Raik'aro,' the droid finally warbled. 'Activation button is on the front.'
The droid didn't know of course whether this was a wise idea. Had Phylis been there she would have doubtless warned against this sort of thing.

Tempest meanwhile had completed her survey of the controls and panels. "So...what do you want to do? Try and wake her up?"

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Tempest"]

Unfortunately Siobhan was not Phylis. Or even particularly endowed with common sense. It was highly doubtful whether she knew what a Rakatan mind prison was. However, to be fair, the Infinite Empire had fallen over 25,000 years ago. Moreover, the Galaxy was just emerging from a Dark Age that had lasted four hundred years, meaning that a great deal of knowledge had been lost. Ergo it was very, very doubtful that most people, even Jedi Masters, would know next to anything about the Rakata beyond them being tribes of savages on Rakata Prime and Beta.

With the exception of a small number of scholars like Phylis who spent most of their time pouring over ancient, dusty tomes and scrolls in archives - and even they were bound to get some facts wrong. Admittedly the fact that the Four Hundred Year Darkness had just ended was often handwaved, since supposedly all the great empires of this age had arisen - and in the case of the Sith Empire ignominously fallen so that they could 'retreat into the shadows' to...rebuild it one day - in only two years and somehow all the damage a galactic crisis such as Clockwork would have caused had been repaired in what must have been a few days.

"Wait a moment, I'll go check out this mind log. Should give us an idea of what we're dealing with, why she's here. Looks like a Rakatan experiment. Or maybe something dark and terrible will happen when I push the button," Siobhan responded as she looked at the ming log device. As long as it was not possession again she could deal. So she pressed the activation button, for good or ill.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30OpEXjjz74

Hopefully this would not happen because Siobhan sucked at riddles.

 

[Eyrecae Alzari]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

There was a bright flash of light, and then suddenly...nothing. For Siobhan no time would pass, yet at the same time she would remember everything which was about to happen. It was, in the end, a remarkable piece of technology, and one which could be ruthlessly abused if misused.

The room around Siobhan changed. the patina of dust and decay left it, the dim room sprung into sudden light, and there was a bustle of...creatures. It was unclear if Siobhan had ever seen a Rakata before, but they were here in great numbers. Each of them moved about the room on their own specific purposes, interacting in perfect silence from Siobhan's perspective.
Then he appeared. Siobhan would know this was Raik'aro, a nice in-joke only these two writers would understand. He stood there, looking at Siobhan, or rather the memory device. When he spoke his words were understandable to her, yet at the same time in the Rakata language.

"Entry 1; 17:00:34:22:18.
I have talked with the Eldorai, and they have agreed to provide one of their own for my experiments. The others of the Council think I should not treat with the 'mongrels' as they call them, but I know better. The Eldorai are my people, my creation, and I will not treat them as slaves. Their leader Ashira has agreed to let me take her daughter Eyrecae. My great work is to create a second race, this one to be the warriors and defenders of the rest. Crucially important, Eyrecae does not have control of the Force. My creatures or no, I cannot allow Project Dark Star to have powers of the Force and great strength. The urge to rebel would be too great."
"The Council does not know about Project Dark Star; they are too distracted with their own internal quarrels. However, I will show them. I have everything planned, all it will take is experimentation with the test subject to put them into reality."
He turned off the device and Siobhan would come back to the present, with the ability to listen more, or to inform the others.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Eyrecae Alzari"]

There was a flash of light so bright that it was almost blinding to her eyes and once it dissipated the room had shifted. Where there was once only dust and decay, now it thronged with life and vibrant activity. For a moment she looked confused, but then she realised that the aliens were paying her no mind, like she was not there. Realisation came upon her that this purely a mental travel, as the term mind log would indicate. As a matter of fact Siobhan had actually encountered the Rakatan before, on Rakata Prime where she once had cause to land.

However, those members of their species had been primitives, the degenerated remnants of what had once been a proud species that had created the first hyperdrive and force-empowered technologies that in this day and age were the stuff of legend. Those she met had not learnt the hard way that technology had moved on and pikes were out of date. She had given them a lesson. Perhaps their brethren could make use of it since those that tasted her bolter rounds and been impaled by their own, telekinetically thrown pikes could not.

Eyes fell upon Raik'aro as he suddenly manifested. Instinctively she knew who he was and how he was connected to Eyrecae and her mind was filled with knowledge as the alien spoke. She listened intently, absorbed by what she and Tempest had discovered. Daughter of Ashira...well, I was close! Phylis is gonna be so jealous of me, she thought. As for him supposedly treating the 'his people' better than slaves, it sounded a lot like the opposite to her, considering how he spoke of 'his creations', who would be made strong by him...but not too much by depriving them of the Force. Pet them a bit so that they stay docile and worship you above all others and aren't loyal to the Council. Experiment on them as you see fit to create a warrior race for your private army. Yes, you're such a humanitarian - with good publicity, she thought to herself, most cynically.

Final proof was also there that the Eldorai had been created by the Rakatan as servitors. Her mind raced with thoughts as she absorbed the information that had been transplanted into her. One wondered how Eyrecae's presence would be explained to the Eldorai at large. However, before she could think further she was pushed back into the present, in the decayed and dilapidated room along with Tempest and the tube. She thought for a moment, then pressed the button again. She was already here so she might as well hear the rest of the intriguing log.

 

[Eyrecae Alzari]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Just like the other Raik'aro we know, this one was very good at shrouding his works in the veil of righteous legitimacy. If this one had the option, he would likely instigate a brutal civil war and conflict which would last centuries. Or perhaps this Raik'aro would yet?

"Entry 2; 17:00:35:33:02.
The Eldorai have still not sent me their tribute. This tardiness is impeding my work greatly, and I do not like delays. I may have to provide a demonstration to the Eldorai of why it is wise to obey my commands without delay...."
"Still, my work continues even if it does not have a test subject. The vat grown puppets have allowed me to trial my work without risk of upsetting the Eldorai by killing one of their people. I have decided that there are several key components to Project Dark Star; strengthen the fragile bones of the Eldorai, increase regeneration speed to keep them in the field for longer, and increase strength and agility. While I have theories on how to do each, my experiments have confirmed the theory of my bone strengthening. This will be a delicate process, but it involves coating the bones with a non-reactive, high strength sheathing. The bones must be able to resist considerable stress, and also damage from plasma and other weapon burns. Unfortunately, attempts to determine the best sheathing have been hindered by the almost instant fatality of the injections on the puppets. Fortunately they are non sentient, but were it tried on an Eldorai the subject would die instantly from the pain and shock. My experiments will continue, but perhaps I have been looking the wrong way. Instead of metal plating, perhaps an organic compound could suffice. I will consider this."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Eyrecae Alzari"]

See, I was right. You're a complete jackarse, Siobhan thought as Raik'aro elaborated on just how 'well' he was treating his creations with all the self-entitlement of a powermongering scientist who clearly thought he was a god and could toy with his 'creations' - a nice euphemism for the fact that he thought they were his slaves, though he did not call them such in order to appear noble and more benevolent than his peers - as he saw fit. But then just as Phylis had said, people did not change over the course of history.

For the elves were only worthy if they obeyed his divine commands and served his glory. She wondered whether in the past he had created other races and, after they disappointed him, discarded them. In other words wiped them out, for as inferior life forms they had no rights. Nonetheless, despite the disgust she felt for the man, she listened on intently and with rising interest as he spoke about making the perfect warrior out of Eyrecae, strengthening the bones to make them more resistant. It did make sense - on average Eldorai were rather fragile and more easily broken than humans, perhaps why they placed such reliance on their forcers. Likewise his words on increased strength and regeneration. The perfect soldier for his mad ambitions, probably to be fed with a daily dose of propaganda, perhaps even with a chip implanted in her head to provide the stimulus of obedience, so that she would serve him alone.

She wondered how elves - vat grown 'puppets' was a nice way to 'dehumanise' them so that it would not appear as murder and he was thus righteous and deserving of worship - had died before he had achieved success. He probably would have gotten on splendidly with Shadow. Or Moira Skaldi. They both had a thing for sick medical experimentation. Speaking of the Terminatrix, she really should get around to killing her some time. Siobhan pushed the button again to see the next entry.

 

[Eyrecae Alzari]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

People indeed did not change, and no more proof was needed than Raik'aro. On the one hand he seemed incredibly concerned about the welfare of his creations, but then was casual about threatening them to extort living tribute from them.

"Entry 3; 17:00:36:01:44.
Eyrecae arrived yesterday. The Eldorai were most gracious and understanding of my request. I told them I did not truly mean to punish them, but only to ensure they remained on the true path. For their loyalty I have granted a remittance of all their tithes for the rest of the year. By then Project Dark Star will be complete, and my need for tithes will be great.
I have placed Eyrecae in stasis for now. She was nervous and fretful when she arrived, and it is not good for her...or me...if she damages her body with stress or injury.
I have made a breakthrough in the area of bone strength. An organic polymer I have synthesised from the native Grey Maw grants that species incredible strength and resilience for their talons as they excavate the cave walls to build nests. I have strengthened the chain so it can be overlaid over the bones. I estimate that this will provide at least a 300% increase in bone strength, and when combined with my ideas for cellular regeneration the bones will be practically unbreakable!"

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Eyrecae Alzari"]

Fun fact: If you were here I'm dead certain I'd break your bones without any effort and you'd beg for mercy before I crushed your throat, little would-be puppetmaster, Siobhan thought. Many a tyrant turned into a snivelling, begging coward once knocked down from his pedestal and brought to the level of a mere mortal after the illusion of omnipotence had been stripped from him.

Remain on the 'true path'. Right. Until you move and find more 'useful toys' to play with. Her jaw tightened as he spoke of soon having more need of tithes. More meat for him to experiment on. More puppets whose strings he could pull. Perhaps throw into an arena and see how his pets fought great beasts he might have created in his spare time. Of course, Siobhan was probably not a good person - though unlike most behind the layers of arrogance that she wore like a shield she was aware of her own lack of righteousness. Butcher Kerrigan was neither a moral nor a particularly pleasant person, those who had been slain by her blade, sacrificed for conquest and upon whose corpses she had ascended could attest to that - and she did bask in her own power as she rained down destruction.

But nonetheless she had her limits. Presently at least. Or perhaps that was just what she told herself to make herself feel more noble.

But was neither here nor now. So she listened on as the mad scientist outlined his plans to increase bone strength. Mad and inhumane he was, one could not deny that the science was brilliant. Siobhan broke things and people with a wave of her hand and by exerting her mind. With force protection and the Force flowing through her body to turn the pain she suffered outward into a weapon she could take ridiculous amounts of punishments, but nonetheless she still bled and bones broke. In close quarter combat, despite force-enhanced strength, she was at a strong disadvantage. Eyrecae had been designed, as technical as that sounded, to be a literal battering ram, a solid pillar, that broke her enemies with hands of flesh, ripping them apart limb by limb.

She doubted that the bones would be totally unbreakable. After all, logically even the best regeneration would require time to take effect if the warrior sustained grievous injuries! Presumably, being the control freak Raik'aro seemed to be, she would not put it past him engineering in some sort of weak spot he could exploit. Unless he was assured in his belief that she would forever remain his obedient slave, for a 'higher being' could not err. Still...they would be...badass together.

She brushed that thought aside, feeling a spark of compassion - a very unfamiliar feeling for Siobhan - for the girl as he talked about her like a toy after having compelled her mother Ashira to give her up so that he could perform experiments she might not survive. But then at least she had been awake while he toyed with her. The question remained why she was still asleep. Presumably she had been never been awoken and kept in stasis throughout the aeons. Perhaps her 'creator' had run afoul of his fellow Councillors in a power struggle of some sort - and they had not learnt of Eyrecae - or the Eldorai had slain him, though that seemed a more romantic notion. Siobhan did know that the Rakata had fallen from power at some point and there was a tale that they had somehow lost their once profound connection to the Force. However, the circumstances of their Fall from Grace were unknown to her. Perhaps the next entry would provide some insights. Along with more smug ranting about what a genius he was.

 

[Eyrecae Alzari]

"Entry 4; 17:00:37:39:21.
Great success! The bone strengthening worked! When overlaid onto a living subject the process requires dozens of simultaneous injections of the polymer so that it will bind with the bones. Still, there is a high mortality rate. On the tank bred subject which survived, tests found that cutting blades or crushing blows caused minimal damage, but of course caused significant trauma around these injuries to tissue. There are times when I wish I had not made the Eldorai so…breakable. Still, this is the first stage in my greater plan!
However, this has brought me to the next problem. Injecting the polymer into Eyrecae will likely kill her unless the next stage of the process is already present in her. I speak of the cellular regeneration and restoration. I have two options here; to use the Force to imbue an artefact which will provide regeneration through drawing on the Force, or to invest in a mechanical or technological method. I will consider both.”

By now Tempest might have looked over and observed Siobhan (to her eyes) pressing a button ever second or so, but she made no comment, but started to walk over. Like some stop motion animation, with each entry she seemed to get one step closer from Siobhan’s perspective.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Eyrecae Alzari"]

There are times when I wish I had a time machine...to wipe the smug look from your face. Makes me almost agree with Maelion that organics are jerks. Then I remember the let's process them into genocidal droids part, Siobhan thought to herself as she listened to the entry, heard the glee in the would be god's voice as he described his great success! Of course, many of his 'creations' had died...but they did not matter. Considering they had 'parents' like that one could probably not hold it against the Eldorai too much for being insular, racist theocrats who looked down on anyone not of their race.

If looks could have killed the scientist would have spontaneously combusted for her eyes. Strictly speaking her thoughts could in fact kill, but it was merely a projection and so what murderous thoughts she was harbouring for how the Rakata had toyed with his 'playthings' remained just thoughts, as he was long out of reach. It made her wonder how Eyrecae would adjust if she was woken up, how she would adapt - and how the Eldorai would react. After all, they did not know that their existence was the result of an alien race playing gods - and she was the daughter of the being they regarded as their creator goddess. The darker part of her was reminded of the fact that the elves had...in the past gone very far to keep the truth away from their people to preserve the established order. What had happened to Malya Helindan was still fresh in her memory. Of course, Eyrecae was clearly very hard to kill, but she could not help but have thoughts that went along these lines. Either that or decide she was some sort of higher being sent by the Goddess!

It was a bit strange. Eyrecae was designed to be the perfect weapon. In close quarters she would demolish Siobhan - at range things would be different. Yet in spite of that the former Jedi felt protective of her, though she only 'knew' her from the self-satisfied, smug ramblings of the mad scientist who had made her what she was. Besides, she had found her so that sort of made her responsible. At least now the Eldorai were in a far better state than they had been under the Rakatan. Siobhan did indeed notice that Tempest seemed to be moving ever closer to her, one step at a time as if in slow motion like out of some holomovie, but she was too absorbed in the entries to react.

She still had to watch them to the end, find out what other experiments he had carried out and, more importantly, how she had ended up seemingly sleeping in stasis throughout, well, everything that had transpired in galactic history since the fall of the Infinite Empire. If Siobhan had been the mystically inclined type she would have explained everything with the will of the Force, but she had no mystical or metaphysical inclinations, though despite knowing the truth about Ashira she found the idea of Eldorai heaven very appealing.

 

[Eyrecae Alzari]

"Entry 5; 17:00:40:02:11.
My progress on the cellular regeneration has been slow. My efforts to imbue an item with the Force and use that to power regeneration has produced unwelcome side effects. Though I was protected by my own armour, the scientists and researchers working on the item suffered from ill effects similar to radiation poisoning. I suspect a concentration of the Force can corrupt or weaken. An attempt to implant the device into a living subject ended with the subject’s flesh sloughing away and them randomly producing blasts of Force energy. The subject had to be terminated.
However, my attempts at a technological solution are proving most effective. Using nanotechnology first pioneered by the Takana and Gree, I believe this may be the most effective method of regeneration. However, I will need further experimentation to create the write culture of nanites. Getting this wrong could be extremely dangerous. I shall ensure that all work is carried out by servitors and machines inside a room which can be irradiated.”

Because there was nothing better than irradiating your loyal servants just because there might be a problem….

Tempest took a step closer. Her mouth opened, but no words came out before the next entry would begin….

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Eyrecae Alzari"]

You really don't get tired of yammering and being a smug snake, don't you? Shame you didn't get poisoned as well. By now it was probably apparent just what Siobhan thought of Raik'aro. She drew a blank at the mention of races called the Takana and the Gree. Well, her writer knew about the Takana. Perhaps somewhere in the multiverse there was a Siobhan Kerrigan in the Asur Galaxy.

Irradiating his loyal servants - of course they were not slaves, not at all, he treated them 'far better' than the other Councillors did, which made one wonder just how monstrous they were - would not at all come to bite him in the arse. It certainly did not make her feel much pity for the savage Rakatan primitives she had encountered on Rakata Prime. However, there was one last entry for her to watch. She could see that Tempest was close, her mouth opening, but too absorbed she paid her mind as she pushed the button to behold the following entry.

The next piece of the puzzle should be in it. Then once she was done...she would have to awaken Eyrecae, for good or ill.