The girl, as Valik doubted she had enough life experience to be considered a woman, was quick in her response, not bothering to toy with her words or add unnecessary fluff.
My creator was her answer. Normally that meant a clone, although Valik knew Rave likely had other methods of creation. Still, a clone, perhaps with a bit of alteration here or there, was the most likely solution. Which meant the girl was a plant, and likely a hated one at that. Which meant Valik would have to develop non-standard countermeasures in the case of a betrayal. More interesting than an inconvenience in truth, as researching new subjects was a fun hobby. Then again, she was still a clone all the same. Clone Madness would be a very real threat in the future.
"That's better than most can say I suppose." He replied, not bothering to mention whether he meant the girl's relation with Rave or her origins. "I suppose if you are Rave's creation there's only one reason you're here." He said. He could actually think of two reasons to send a rare alien to Valik, but her making this girl made the desire for a cross analysis or autopsy unlikely. "And that is to follow in her footsteps as a crafter, though there is more to it than simply building things." He said, before using the Force to pull what appeared to be a
death stick and a lighter to either hand, before putting it to his mouth and lighting it, allowing the subtle release of pheromones to permeate through the air.
"I am a master in three trades, science, engineering, and alchemy. The three are connected, influencing and building off each other like the body, heart and mind. Science is the study of the universe around us. How does the universe work? Why does it work the way it does? What is blood, and why do most species need it? What is this material, what does it do when put under a physical force, or an electical force, or superheated? What is hyperspace, and why can't it go through a planet? Simple questions, simple answers, usually found through mere observation and isolating what properties you're testing. But on it's own that's all science is. Observations. Sometimes fascinating, sometimes stimulating, but always useless alone." He said, lotus stick still smoking at the edge of his mouth.
"Which is where Engineering comes into play. If science is to observation than engineering is to application. Using the knowledge one possesses about his resources what can he do when he puts them together? If this metal and this metal are melted together can they reinforce one another to become stronger then they would alone? If I put some gas in a container, superheat it and then send it through a nozzle can I destroy an obstacle in front of me? What can I change about the storage and delivery system to make the plasma more powerful, or more efficient? How can I use what nature has provided to accomplish a task while using the lowest effort and resources that I can muster? That is Engineering, and with it we can travel the stars, strengthen armies, poison worlds, even create inorganic life, but sadly engineering has it's limits. We are still bound to the laws of science. No matter how much we manipulate a metal it is still a metal, and will still only withstand so much force before crumbling."
"But some of us are blessed with the Force. With it, through the process of Alchemy we impose our will on nature, reshaping it and bending it to our will." He said, before focusing into the edges of his fingers, a slight darkness that the plant might pick up if she was especially observant. "Allowing us to make things stronger than they should be." He said, before scraping his nails against a durasteel wall, making clean cuts effortlessly as if he had millimeter long lightsabers at the edge of each finger. "Pheromones can only be used by Zeltron and the Falleen, but what if they could be harvested and be made into a serum, aiding with interrogation or espionage? What I could a man do if he could his own biology in an instant?" He said, first subtly referencing his 'deathstick' test before changing his appearance infront of Cerita's own eyes, losing the ghastly palour of death as the color of his skin changed into that of a tanned, healthy man. "With enough power and practice nothing that universe says is true or untrue matter anymore, because if you want to you can simply make it so. The power of Alchemy is unlike any other, feared and respected for good reason. Which is why if you learn it you'll need to conduct yourself as well. If a rival alchemist." He said before laughing a bit. "Should anyone ever deserve the title, came in here giving their position away before knowing what dangers might lurk around them I'd have killed them before they saw me coming." He said, stating a fact, or at least what the paranoid scientist considered to be a fact. After all, what little jedi or assassin wouldn't want the most talented and intelligent alchemist in history dead?
"So, little child of Merrill. What danger do you see?" He said as he held his lotus stick, before breathing out a ring of pheromone-filled smoke.
[member="Cerita Sarova"]
