Qyssiyana
Synaptic Siren
Location: Labyrinth Library - Netherworld
Time: Early Morning
Notable Equipment and Personal Effects: Nullsong Veil │ Nox M-10 “Wraith” │ FAE/AM-01-S1 Energy Weapon Cartridge - Tibanna Gas (4) │ FAE/M-02 Energized Forearm Vibroblade Mk. II │ Moonpetal Rings (2) │ Bag
Objective: Find books on the neurological anatomy of various species.
Tag:
Darth Anathemous
It was a place that one could easily get lost in. A library of impossible scale, its shelves sprawling like a metropolis of the mind, holding within them the near-sum total of all sentient knowledge in the Skyriver galaxy. Qyssiyana had arrived by strange and uncomfortable means after paying a Dowutin ferryman a not-inconsiderable sum of credits to take her, utilizing the generous allowance that she received from her mistress. The Dark Lady trusted her to use the money wisely. And Qyssiyana was not in any way inclined to violate that trust.
This outing was a research expedition. She needed knowledge. Specifically, texts that detailed the intricate neurological anatomy of as many species as she could uncover.
In order to best manipulate the brain, she needed to know how it worked.
Such knowledge was the foundation of her neuropsychic talents. In virtually every species, there were specific light wavelengths, auditory frequencies, neuroelectric wave harmonics, and anatomical quirks which could be exploited to hijack the brain, bypassing even the strongest wills. It was that encyclopedic understanding which Qyssiyana sought, so as to hone her art into a finer, more lethal instrument.
Stepping inside the library proper, Qyssiyana nearly went slack-jawed as she took in the cathedral-like expanse of towering shelves.
“Remember to keep track of the time while you are inside. As I said before, it can pass erratically here. I will be waiting for you, but if you take too long or get trapped...” The Dowutin’s deep bass crackled over her comms, the pause heavy with an unspoken warning.
“Understood.” Qyssiyana answered, her voice a soft murmur swallowed by the vast quiet. She was acutely aware of the risks. The chronostorms that wracked this region of the Netherworld could steal months or years from the unwary. Fortunately, with the ferryman’s guidance she had picked a period when the storms were projected to be calm. She had a brief, ten-hour safe window to browse without fear of temporal distortion.
She would need to leave a three-hour margin for extraction. That left seven hours for browsing.
Qyssiyana didn’t hesitate. Drawing a soft, centering breath, she sat down on the floor, tucking her legs beneath her as she began to browse what she hoped was the neurology section of the medical sector.
Time: Early Morning
Notable Equipment and Personal Effects: Nullsong Veil │ Nox M-10 “Wraith” │ FAE/AM-01-S1 Energy Weapon Cartridge - Tibanna Gas (4) │ FAE/M-02 Energized Forearm Vibroblade Mk. II │ Moonpetal Rings (2) │ Bag
Objective: Find books on the neurological anatomy of various species.
Tag:

It was a place that one could easily get lost in. A library of impossible scale, its shelves sprawling like a metropolis of the mind, holding within them the near-sum total of all sentient knowledge in the Skyriver galaxy. Qyssiyana had arrived by strange and uncomfortable means after paying a Dowutin ferryman a not-inconsiderable sum of credits to take her, utilizing the generous allowance that she received from her mistress. The Dark Lady trusted her to use the money wisely. And Qyssiyana was not in any way inclined to violate that trust.
This outing was a research expedition. She needed knowledge. Specifically, texts that detailed the intricate neurological anatomy of as many species as she could uncover.
In order to best manipulate the brain, she needed to know how it worked.
Such knowledge was the foundation of her neuropsychic talents. In virtually every species, there were specific light wavelengths, auditory frequencies, neuroelectric wave harmonics, and anatomical quirks which could be exploited to hijack the brain, bypassing even the strongest wills. It was that encyclopedic understanding which Qyssiyana sought, so as to hone her art into a finer, more lethal instrument.
Stepping inside the library proper, Qyssiyana nearly went slack-jawed as she took in the cathedral-like expanse of towering shelves.
“Remember to keep track of the time while you are inside. As I said before, it can pass erratically here. I will be waiting for you, but if you take too long or get trapped...” The Dowutin’s deep bass crackled over her comms, the pause heavy with an unspoken warning.
“Understood.” Qyssiyana answered, her voice a soft murmur swallowed by the vast quiet. She was acutely aware of the risks. The chronostorms that wracked this region of the Netherworld could steal months or years from the unwary. Fortunately, with the ferryman’s guidance she had picked a period when the storms were projected to be calm. She had a brief, ten-hour safe window to browse without fear of temporal distortion.
She would need to leave a three-hour margin for extraction. That left seven hours for browsing.
Qyssiyana didn’t hesitate. Drawing a soft, centering breath, she sat down on the floor, tucking her legs beneath her as she began to browse what she hoped was the neurology section of the medical sector.