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Lord, I have found the data you have searched for. Here is a transcript of {darkness’} communiqués while away. He sent this one message, and as you can see, it was cut short. Also, I will do as my Lord has commanded and make sure that no one ever finds me. {Transmissions is halted with the sound of a blaster shot}
TEXT ACTIVATED:
LEVEL 6 ENCRYPTION DETECTED:
REPAIR SYSTEMS AT 75 PERCENT:
LEX.> The {feared} has fallen out of sight for sometime, but the galaxy grows darker as his shadow feeds.
SCO.> How are we to know of his path? What makes you sure he shall fall from the light?
LEX.> Because he has already fallen, he just has not become aware. The shadows call to him, [asfssdfg] he will answer.
SCO.> But why all this preparation, all this planning and traps for such a boy? What about the {death} of [fhsdf] or the ruination of [the end of times], wouldn’t you be best there?
LEX.> My friend, trust in the {lies}. We shall soon be…(beeping heard in background) I must leave, the safety net has become active. The time has come.
Supreme Prophet Praxeum
3.5.80 ABY
Here in lies the journal of the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Praxeum, Supreme Prophet of the Dark Side and loyal follower of the Sith.
FROM OFFICE OF DEAN OF NUBIAN INSTIUTION FOR THE MENTALLY UNSTABLE
Jacen,
Subject # 226 has written yet another disturbing entry in the Holocron kept in his personal belongings. (Which was an excellent idea by yourself. There is not enough security on this entire planet to stop him if he was not so preoccupied by this Holocron.) Seditives have been doubled, yet again, and security has been tripled in the EAST WING to insure safety. He has begun to worry me. Please read.
INTERCEPTED HOLOCRON TRANMISSION
I kill you all and I enjoy it. I destroy you in you indolent billions--in your gluttony, in you self-righteousness, in your arrogance. Nature itself cries out for your destruction and I am its willing instrument. I pound your cities into dust; turn back the clock on your civilization's progress. What has taken you millennia to achieve I erase in seconds. Your are deluded. But through death you will transcend ignorance.
Welcome back to the [Darkness], vermin. Welcome home.
Here in lies the journal of the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Praxeum, Dark Lord of the Sith, and servant of the Eternal Empire.
OFFICAL BIRTH CERTFICATE
OFFICIAL FILE NUMBER: 6127-2147-1234
BIRTH NAME: Liam Magnus Raliec
DATE OF BIRTH: 1.28.54 ABY
GENDER: Male
BIRTHPLACE: Neivar Medical Facility, Atren City, Kuat
BIRTH WEIGHT: 6.2 pounds
MOTHER: Elicia Linair Raliec
FATHER: Unknown
PARENTAL OCCUPATION(S):
Mother - Jedi Knight of the Jedi Order
Father - Unknown
INFORMANT: Aaair Terial
DATE ISSUED: 1.29.54 ABY
PARENT SIGNATURE:
INFORMANT SIGNATURE:
NOTES: Mother would not name father out of fear for the child's life.
Supreme Prophet Praxeum
3.5.80 ABY
Here in lies the journal of the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Praxeum, Supreme Prophet of the Dark Side and loyal follower of the Sith.
FROM OFFICE OF DEAN OF NUBIAN INSTIUTION FOR THE MENTALLY UNSTABLE
Aeon,
I am growing concerned. Jacen's time in the EAST WING has began to rise more and more - and it continues to have more and more affect upon Subject # 226. I have listed below his latest recording in his Holocron, which is far more disturbing then before. I am tempted to threaten Jacen with suspension if he continues going over there, but I cannot help but become intrigued. Why is this happening? What is causing it? But, please - ignore my useless rambling. I just need to clear my head.
INTERCEPTED HOLOCRON TRANMISSION
Your history is an appalling chronicle of overindulgence and self-appointed authority. You have spent millennia living while the universe has continued to evolve. And now you claim the your life is justification for impeding nature's inevitable refinement? Your are deluded. But through death you will transcend ignorance.
You are an impediment that the universe can no longer abide. Nature itself cries out for your destruction and I am its willing instrument. I will hammer your cities until no stone lies atop another. I will drive your people back into the caves they never should have left.
Your civilization has seen its final days. You will know your place. I render judgment on you; you who would obstruct destiny. Doing so brings me no joy; it is necessity that compels me.
Here in lies the journal of the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Praxeum, Supreme Prophet of the Dark Side and loyal follower of the Sith.
Exile,
Here you are my dear friend. Remember.
PROPERTY OF THE NATIONAL DATA ARCHIVES OF NUBIA.
WARNING: DATA CORRUPTION DETECTED
INITIATING REPAIR PROCEDURES
SCANNING...
REPAIR SYSTEMS AT 98 PERCENT
BEGINING DATA STREAM
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DATA ENTRY: 00-GAMMA-243554-ACN
LOG ENTRY: 23-002
DOCTOR: Doctor Janus Valtium
PATIENT: {re--f} {dsfds}oa, Subject 23
DESCRIPTION: Male, age 26, brown haired, single.
DIAGNOSIS: Severe schizophrenia, depression, and extreme delusions.
(Holo-cam feed buzzes to life. A young doctor and young man, arms wrapped around his knees, can be seen in a small office)
Doctor: Tell {as34} your name.
(Silence lasting 246 seconds)
Patient: {saff}.
Doctor: And do you know why you are here, J{2asfs}?
Patient: Yes.
Doctor: You killed six people.
(Noticeable retraction in patient)
Doctor: Then your set your workplace on fire, only after taking your boss and decapitating him.
Patient: I said I remember!
Doctor: Shh, it's alright, {a}a{eogn}. I am just hear to see what caused you to do it. Your record indicates no mental breakdowns before this one, so what was it, {as]c{asdas}
Patient: It was the voices.
Doctor: Ah, yes. The voices. Tell me, what did the voices say.
Patient: I am the Light. I am the Dark. I am Hope. I am Fear. I am that which all hold dear. I am destroyer of worlds.
Doctor: Is that all, {asdas}n?
Patient: Yes.
Doctor: Are you sure?
Patient: Yes. That was all he said.
Doctor: He? It was a male?
Patient: Yes.
Doctor: And you said it was all he said. What did you mean by that?
Patient: My head. He filled it with dreams.
Doctor: Dreams of what?
Patient: Dreams of chaos,.
Doctor: Is that what made you set fire to the Nubian Institution, {asa}e{b}?
(The patient raises his head for the first time and looks at the doctor)
