Recovered Holonet Entry — Origin Unknown
Classification: Unrestricted
Source: Personal Holo-Record
Timestamp: [Redacted]
The image stabilizes slowly. No laboratory. No insignia. No flags. Just Liin, framed deliberately at rest. Her shoulders are squared, her hands are folded, while her eyes hold steady.
“If you are watching this, then my work has already moved beyond my control.
I have always kept my research on paper.
Not out of sentiment, but because some things should not be networked, indexed, or intercepted.
This message is an exception.
Too many interests have converged around my work. Some wish to claim it. Some wish to erase it. Others insist it must be contained; as though the discovery itself were a contagion.
So let me state this plainly:
The synthetic Force serum I developed was never permanent. Even with Isotope-5 integrated to stabilize and amplify it's effects, the outcome remained unchanged:
potency increased - duration did not.
The serum heightens perception, accelerates reaction, and allows for limited Force-adjacent interaction. Briefly. Temporarily. Irreversibly fading. It does not create Force sensitivity. It does not replace training. And it does not endure.
What fades cannot be stockpiled. What fades cannot be inherited. What fades cannot be reliably weaponized. That was not a limitation. That was a safeguard.
Some of you will be disappointed.
Others relieved. Both reactions are understandable. And both miss the point.
This work was never about power. It was about choice. For generations, the Galaxy has treated ability as destiny; bestowed at birth and withheld by chance. I rejected that premise. Not to become something greater… but to refuse being told what I was allowed to be.
If you are searching for replication protocols, extended formulations, or a means to stabilize the serum indefinitely; you will not find them here. I did not leave them behind. What I leave instead is certainty.
The synthetic Force is finite. It burns bright and then it is gone.
As for me…"
There is the faintest pause. Calculated. Political.
"I have already accounted for the consequences of this discovery. Whether that accounting ends in silence, confinement, or absence is no longer relevant. The work is finished.
My research does not belong to the Jedi. It does not belong to the Sith. It does not belong to corporations, syndicates, or government states that fear what they cannot monopolize. And it does not belong to history’s approval. I made my peace long before this message was recorded.
The question is whether the galaxy ever will."
The recording ends cleanly. No distortion. No trace.
Private Addendum - Not Released
Handwritten transcription, later digitized. No distribution markers.
They will believe the lie because it is tidy. Temporary. Finite. Safe. It will comfort them to think the serum fades without consequence, and that nothing truly changes once the glow is gone.
They are wrong. The serum does not merely simulate interaction with the Force.
It rewrites cellular instruction, both selectively, surgically. Not awakening the Force… but altering how the body responds to absence.
My DNA is no longer what it was. The ysalamiri suppression matrices made the difference. The Null Codex genome latticework made it permanent. The serum carries a failsafe; a reversal trigger that collapses Force resonance instead of amplifying it. An anti-Force state, hidden inside the same delivery mechanism they will try to replicate.
They will not see it until it is too late.
I will never be able to test the final variable. I have no husband. No child through whom I could confirm whether the alteration can be inherited. That knowledge will die with me.
Or it would have. Because theft is inevitable. Someone will steal the remaining vials. Someone will misuse the research. Someone will inject themselves or another, convinced they are seizing power rather than consequence.
And if they do…If altered DNA takes root and is passed down…Then the galaxy will face something it has never planned for:
a lineage shaped not by the Force; but by a resistance to it. Not chosen by prophecy. Not bound to orders. Not answerable to tradition.
I will not be there to see it. But perhaps that, too, is by design and just how it should be. And so this is my final research entry. I am no longer bound by it. I am no longer obsessed by it. I can now move on to things unplanned. Whatever my fate may be...death or imprisonment, I will not resist.
My life's work is complete.
-Liin.
