Liin Terallo
Force Research Scientist
LOCATION: Rakatan Prime
There are some discoveries that you publish. And some that you bury so deeply that even the Force itself forgets where you hid them. The Null Codex belongs to the latter.
Rakata Prime is steeped in the Force. The air itself carries echoes of domination, of an empire that once divided the galaxy into rulers and subjects, attuned and expendable. But beneath the jungles and shattered spires lies something far less triumphant. A final argument carved into the planet’s mantle by a species that understood too late, what unchecked imbalance inevitably becomes.
This world is what remains when no one wins.
The Rakata who created the Codex no longer exist in any meaningful sense. Their cities still scar the surface; great latticework spires half-consumed by mineral bloom and rot. But whatever ideology once sustained their empire finished devouring itself long before the jungle reclaimed the rest.
The Codex was not kept in a temple. It was entombed beneath a late-era research complex cut directly into Rakata Prime’s crust. A place designed for iteration and failure rather than reverence. Sealed chambers. Redundant countermeasures. Entire sections collapsed inward, as if even the architects no longer trusted what they had made.
Whoever authored it did not want it remembered. They wanted it contained. This artifact does not radiate power. It does not sing. It does not call. It subtracts. In it's proximity, the Force behaves as though it has encountered a conceptual error. Not resistance but absence. Sensitives report vertigo, nausea, a deep instinctive revulsion; like pressing one’s awareness against a void that should not exist. Non-sensitives experience something else entirely: pressure, stillness, a clarity so neutral it becomes unsettling.
There is no favor. No rejection. Just equilibrium.
The lattice structures embedded throughout the chamber; repeating geometries, isotopic anchors long stabilized suggest this was never meant to be a singular device. It was a framework. A model. One refined through generations of failure with each iteration pushing closer to permanence. Their final mistake was believing nullification alone would end the divide.
But I know better. I have spent the last few years of my life being hunted for attempting to add what the galaxy insists must be inherited. Synthetic resonance. Artificial access. A way to close the gap that breeds inequality, resentment, and wars disguised as destiny.
The Rakata attempted the reverse. A nullification process so complete that prolonged exposure does not merely suppress connection - it rewrites it. Cellular. Heritable. A silence that persists long after the source is removed.
If refined… it would change everything. Which is why I am not here simply to study it, but to expand upon it. The same lattice principles that strip resonance could, in theory, be inverted. Paired. Delayed. A failsafe embedded into power itself. A counterweight that sleeps until needed. Insurance, should my own work ever fall into hands less restrained than mine.
Power without consequence is what destroyed this world. I will not repeat their error. That is why I came to Rakata Prime. And why I know that I did not come alone. There are others moving through the ruins above me already - drawn by fear, by hope, by ideology, or by the belief that no one should be allowed to decide who gets to touch the Force at all.
They may be right. Because if the Codex is real - and all evidence suggests that it is - then my freedom, my research, and the lives of everyone who has set foot on this planet are already entangled with it's outcome.
The question is no longer what the Null Codex is. It’s who Rakata Prime will prove right. And who it will erase.
Tags:
Persephone Dashiell
Kiran Arlos
The Lord of Hunger
Xitli Sacul
@anyone else wishing to join in. 
