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Darth Sycophantia, Minister of Science {M.I.R.}

Nothing Remains A Secret Forever
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Prologue:

I sat within the dim sanctum of my office within the Mahporeem Imperial Science Station, the pale glow of a holographic star map bleeding across the chamber like the corpse-light of some distant, dying sun.

“Exegol is destroyed,” I said, my voice quiet enough that the science officer had to lean closer to hear me. “There is nothing left there but floating memories of a dead Sith Lord’s ambition to cheat death itself. Darth Sidious clawed at eternity and, in the end, another's hand struck; leaving all to ruin.”

The officer remained respectfully still before answering.
“With respect, my Lady, the planet is not entirely destroyed. Rearranged would be the more accurate term. Its geography, atmospheric conditions, subterranean structures, and perhaps even portions of its physical composition have been catastrophically altered. But destroyed? No. Something remains.”

I narrowed my eyes at the projection.

“Regardless, why bring the planet to my attention?”

The officer activated another series of displays, revealing fragments of star charts, intercepted transmissions, archaeological records, and scattered intelligence reports; most of them incomplete, contradictory, or so old that they might as well have been myths.

“Because, my Lady, there are no reliable records indicating that Exegol was ever fully explored. Not by the Empire. Not by the Republic. Perhaps not even by the Sith Eternal themselves.

Everything we know concerns what Darth Sidious and his followers constructed there and patched stories from wary space captains; the temples, the laboratories, the fleet, the hidden facilities. Beyond that, the planet remains almost entirely unknown.”


He hesitated before adding,
“And even those records are vague. Much of our surviving intelligence originates from a rebel resistance of some sort. Their accounts are fragmented, emotional, and difficult to corroborate.”

I stared into the hologram as the pieces finally assembled themselves within my mind.
“Ah,” I whispered, feeling the familiar cold curiosity of discovery coil beneath my skin.

“You aren't interested in what Darth Sidious left behind. You're interested in what was never found.”

The officer lowered his head.
“Precisely.” A thin smile touched my lips.

“Then dispatch an expeditionary science vessel to what remains of Exegol. No grand excavation. No reckless pilgrimage into the graves of forgotten ghosts. We observe, document, and learn.”

I dismissed the surrounding projections with a gesture, leaving only an empty space where worlds were was once suspended.
“From there,” I said, “we can decide our next course of action.”

Two Weeks Later:

Scientific Expeditionary Report: Exegol Remnant Survey

Subject
: Preliminary Assessment of Exegol
Classification: Restricted Scientific Record

Observations: Initial survey confirms that Exegol is indeed physically fragmented, existing as numerous planetary-scale debris masses of highly variable size and stability. Several larger fragments retain recognizable geological structures and exhibit promising conditions for further scientific investigation, including preserved subterranean formations and anomalous mineral deposits.

Other fragments are severely degraded, showing extensive exposure to vacuum, radiation, extreme atmospheric loss, and unusually high concentrations of unidentified cosmic anomalies. Several regions demonstrate phenomena that cannot presently be explained through conventional astrophysical or geological models.


Assessment: Exegol, what remains of it, should be regarded as a scientifically hazardous environment of unknown complexity. All further exploration must proceed with the utmost precautions, utilizing remote instrumentation, redundant life-support systems, environmental shielding, and strict contamination protocols.

I strongly urge reconsideration of continued investigation despite the risks; however, there is an unsettling quality surrounding the planet's remains that cannot be quantified through our current instruments. The data suggests something more than ordinary planetary destruction occurred here. Whether this is a residual environmental effect, a consequence of Sith experimentation, or something considerably older remains undetermined.


-Captain Smock, Chief Science Officer, "The Oracle"

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Expedition Objective I: Exegol Lost Knowledge Recovery

The first objective of the expedition is to conduct a controlled scientific and archaeological investigation of the surviving remnants of Exegol to determine whether any recoverable knowledge, records, technologies, biological specimens, or scientific data belonging to the Sith Eternal or Darth Sidious remain preserved within the fragmented planetary debris.

Researchers are to prioritize the identification and documentation of previously unknown facilities, data repositories, laboratories, artifacts, and environmental anomalies that may provide insight into Sith Eternal scientific practices, experimental methodologies, technological development, and attempts to circumvent conventional biological limitations.

All recovered material is to be treated as historically significant but potentially hazardous. The expedition is not authorized to replicate, activate, or experiment upon unidentified Sith technology or biological material without scientific and command approval.

The ultimate purpose is the preservation and understanding of lost knowledge, allowing the Mahporeem Imperial Science Division to determine what, if anything, survived the destruction of Exegol; and whether those remnants possess legitimate scientific value or represent dangers best left buried among the ruins.

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Expedition Objective II: Sith Artifact and Technology Recovery

The second objective of the Exegol expedition is to locate, identify, document, and secure any surviving Sith artifacts, technologies, weapons, data repositories, or other material associated with the Sith Eternal, Sith, or Darth Sidious. Recovered items are to be assessed for historical, technological, and strategic value before being transferred into secure Imperial custody.

Where an artifact possesses limited scientific or strategic utility, controlled sale or exchange may be considered, provided such disposition does not place the material into the hands of hostile Sith-aligned factions or other parties capable of exploiting its properties.

The overarching objective is containment through Imperial stewardship. Sith relics must be prevented from returning to those who would use them to perpetuate Sith domination, while also avoiding unnecessary destruction by Jedi authorities who may regard such objects as inherently corrupt and therefore worthy of immediate annihilation.

To the Imperial Science Division, knowledge and technology are neither inherently sacred nor inherently forbidden; they are resources requiring responsible custody. If these remnants of the Sith Eternal must exist, then they are safer in Imperial hands, where they may be studied, contained, or, when appropriate, removed from circulation entirely.

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Objective III: BYOO

Do your thing
 
Darth Sycophantia, Minister of Science {M.I.R.}

eo I: exegol lost knowledge recovery
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Hyperspace was a river of ghosts, and I stood upon its shore aboard a PGEM/Broadside Frigate MK IX, whose name I chose not to learn, watching the impossible blue-white torrent devour the stars beyond the bridge viewport.

The vessel hummed beneath my boots, its engines whispering with the mechanical rhythm of some enormous titan carrying us between worlds. Around me, Imperial officers moved with disciplined efficiency, technicians bent over glowing consoles, and communications personnel whispered reports into the cold air.

Yet all of it seemed distant.

Two warriors of the Drakonis Order stood behind me, silent as statues carved from midnight, their white armor reflecting the sickly light of the instruments. They were my shields, my executioners, my shadows given flesh.

I stared into hyperspace and wondered what awaited us beyond its darkness. Ruins buried beneath forgotten soil? Relics abandoned by Sith that had long since become dust?

Forbidden sciences left to rot in the dark?

Perhaps some ancient discovery was waiting patiently for a hand bold enough to pluck it from oblivion. The galaxy was an enormous graveyard, and graves, I had learned, often contained treasures.


“Lady Asara.” Captain Ghole's voice cut cleanly through my thoughts. The disciplined Imperial stood at his command station, posture rigid, his eyes fixed upon the instruments.

“We should be dropping from hyperspace soon.” I allowed myself one final glance into the luminous abyss before turning toward him.

“Thank you, Captain Ghole. You have my appreciation.” Then I faced one of the Drakonis guards, whose helmeted visage regarded me without a word. “Go to the docks. Ensure the preparations are complete. We depart as soon as the all-clear is sounded.”

The warrior gave a solemn nod and disappeared from the bridge, his footsteps swallowed by the metallic corridors beyond. I returned my gaze to the viewport. Hyperspace began to shudder around us, the light bending and twisting like something enormous stirring beneath black water.

Somewhere ahead lay our destination; and whatever secrets had survived long enough to greet us.

I smiled faintly.

The galaxy was known to bury its treasures well. I intended to teach it the futility of keeping them from me.
 
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Expedition Objective II: Sith Artifact and Technology Recovery
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The Mahporeem Imperial Remnant warship emerged from hyperspace into a field of silence. Beyond the forward viewport drifted the remains of Exegol; a planetary graveyard scattered across the void of space, continents and mountains reduced to immense fragments of stone suspended among clouds of metallic debris and frozen atmosphere.

Captain Octavia Renn stood at the central display station of the bridge, her posture rigid as the first expeditionary reports scrolled across the hololithic interface before her.

Scientific analysis. Geological readings. Atmospheric residue. Fragments of unknown alloys and biological contamination.

The first dispatched expeditionary team weeks back had catalogued the wreckage with clinical precision, noting anomalous energy signatures still emanating from several larger fragments and structures buried within them.

Captain Renn read every line without expression, occasionally expanding a report or pausing over a particularly troubling finding. Exegol was dead, but the data suggested that something of its old secrets had survived the planet's destruction.

"Captain," one of the bridge officers said quietly, "the expeditionary teams are requesting authorization to begin retrieval operations."

Her eyes remained fixed upon the display for another moment before she shut the report down. She looked through the viewport at the shattered world, regarding it not as a grave but as an opportunity.

"Tell them to proceed according to protocol," she ordered. "No one touches anything they cannot identify, and if something begins glowing, screaming, or attempting to kill them, they are to stop touching it."

A faint smirk crossed her lips as she stepped away from the display center.
"Well, gentlemen," she said, straightening the gloves of her uniform, "looks like it's time to earn my paycheck."

Without waiting for a response, she turned and strode toward the bridge exit, already issuing orders for her expeditionary gear to be prepared.

Her boots struck the deck with measured precision as she descended toward the docking bay, leaving the bridge crew behind while the ruined remains of Exegol continued to drift silently outside the viewport.

 

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