Mariah's eyes were as wide as saucers as she turned through pages, flipped images on holoscreens, and replayed audio-recordings. Several of almost any form of data storage was around her, physical or digital, in a number of languages, some of them were the same but translations. The speed at which she brushed through pages was like an 8 year old trying to scarf their food down because mom said they could only go out to play after they were done. Any concept of the passage of time had long since been abandoned and several cups of caf were set beside the "young" woman from her utter devotion not to let a single second slip by without it being filled in study. Her hair was in shambles, her hands were shaking, whatever words exiting her mouth were an utter amalgamation of languages as her eyes darted from one document to another.
An entire world, a galaxy, had been opened up to her mind. At first, the sudden connection to the force was somewhat terrifying, painful even. But soon, her mind latched onto the idea of study. She wasn't one who considered herself a student anymore, but she'd always been studious. And the force was one of the only non-combative avenues she hadn't at least somewhat pursued past what she knew growing up and what her parents had for her. But now, oh yes, now she was really opened up. Now no skill was off limits any longer. Everything could be learned, and studied, and re-purposed.
But, that absolute drive to grow more knowledgable, was tempered only by her utter fear of losing her necklace. She could NOT have that be lost. And the only way to do that, was to never step foot among the sith at large. At least, not yet. No, no, she had ways around that. She'd always had ways around that. White, the model W-5, was her creation. Her mechanical proxy to stand in during dangerous times, that was all well and good, and he still worked. But she wanted one that was better. One more true to her new discoveries, something that could carry her presence with it. Sith Familiars, yes, those were a perfect version. But she didn't want to be known for only some bird fluttering around from whom she could see. It had to look human, but be connected to her in much the same way, then White-5 could simply become a backup. W-6 would be her perfected version perhaps, or at least, the next stage. A creation of force and machinery, her bridge from one world to the next.
But of course, she couldn't possibly limit herself to only one creation. There was so much out there, so much knowledge, she poured herself into every single second. A dozen thought streams and studies sucking her away from the physical realm and into the lands of academics. Alchemy, rituals, mechu-deru, phantoms, familiars, telepathy, technopathy, illusions, visions, sith meditation spheres, study techniques, meditation techniques, so on, so on, so on.
Tutors were all well and good, and she was grateful for that, useful, if more intense than what she was used to. A lot. Especially as she'd never had to learn a blade, and that was a prospect she now had to handle. But this was her true interest. This utter mass of pure knowledge, the epitome of unrestricted study and experimentation. For all the bad the sith may have done, their advancements in a form of science of their own should not be contested.
