*Farran sends Kioet a set of coordinates to go to and terminates the conversation as Artermis Omicron enters*
Farran: Remember that Trandoshan who stole a suit a few days ago? The one with information on that Irvine character?
Artemis: Yes, of course.
Farran: When he returned here I took the liberty of leaving a suit where he would find it. I correctly predicted he'd put it on without a second thought, but I misread why he would do it - not because he's stupid, because he didn't care. I think now my threats of shutting the suit down and keeping him prisoner if he didn't cooperate were unnecessary. I've taken the further liberty of fully recruiting him---
Artemis: What? Why---
Farran: His psychological makeup could make the perfect tool for our needs. He actually seemed glad to cooperate, even when I made it clear I could turn his suit into a cage any time I wished...not quite the impotent prideful rage I expected. He has a unique psychological makeup...
Artems: You trust him on the basis of unique, and likely unpredictable psychological makeup?
Farran: *raises hand* Don't worry. That isn't the only reason I'm doing it. No, not at all. *Farran hits a button on the terminal, bringing up the screen he's been looking at earlier* Look at this, and you'll agree with me. *motions to the suit readouts* Keep in mind he's had no access to any treatments.
Artemis: *stares* It's operating the suit with a semi-stable sync ratio of 39%...but that's not possible! The suit isn't even designed for the Trandoshan mind, but it's operating it at over the maximum continuous 25% that an ordinary human can acheive! It has to be a glitch. An error.
Farran: I thought of that too. So I recalled the suit's memory of the sync ratios recorded the first time he took it...and the records in the suit taken by the human. Look. The current readout says low 4%, high 49%, average 39%.
*The monitors show additional readouts dated several days ago*
Farran: As you can see, the human's is normal, for an untreated subject; low 2%, high 31%, average 26%. But the trandoshan...low 3%, high 44%, average 35%.
Artemis: It's sync ratio's risen...but that's not possible either. Are you sure it's had no treatments whatsoever?
Farran: Of course. He's done no more than wear the suit. *Farran smiles* Artemis, I think in this Trandoshan we may have the answers to all our problems with the Vanguard...
Artemis: And what about the Blades?
Farran: I can deal with them. Sejiko Hishen Darkholme can deal with them.
Artemis: And...what about the note?
*Farran looks down at the the Aesir's note he'd received earlier*
If the Seperatist continue to think about using superweapons, wraith may be invoked. If they turn away and fight with valor assistance may be recieved. We are watching you.
Farran: I can't do anything about whoever is stalking me. They're good; I couldn't find a trace of unauthorized entry to my chambers. I know they can't penetrate this laboratory, so they won't know exactly what we're doing here...that will give us time, in case whoever they are turns out to be a serious threat. Besides that, I'll simply have to wait for them to make their next move.
Artemis: Do you think "they" have anything to do with the Blades showing up at the Council?
Farran: Actually, I'm reasonably sure those two just have sensed my active energy as Sejiko, and followed it like hounds to a rabbit. That woman insisted they weren't here for me. And I think she was telling the truth.
*paces* I sensed something...somethings of terrible power when I opened my senses in preparation to fight her.
I thought we were the only ones from our dimension of any importance here...I was wrong. We two are not alone.