The Mother of All Psy-Pires
It had been about two months since she was free.
Since meeting that lawyer on Balmorra, the handsome one who had acted as her proxy when making purchases from Sasori Research. (Nine had been stunned, utterly stunned at the number of artifacts they were openly manufacturing and selling when the lawyer told her the sheer scale of what one could purchase.) She had been slowly getting her footing in this era.
As she had slowly begun to think through her ever present bad mood, her pessimism began to postulate that perhaps, if the art of Force Artifact creation had reached a point where even the economy was taking active advantage of it, then perhaps it hadn't been such a poor idea to think medicine might have advanced to the point it was treatable.
A genetics research firm with shiny corporate headquarters on Balmorra specialized in rare, obscure diseases, constantly trying to work out more cutting edge treatments. But they certainly were not to share such specialized knowledge with a nobody off the street like her. So she decided to take it.
It was during drinking the memories of a local professor that she came across the memory of a young man who he had apparently been keeping track of, a local who, it turned out, was a data analyst doing work for the very company she wanted to steal from. His skills with numbers and familiarity with what she wanted had made him an instant subject of interest. Amusingly he had been planning on trying to involve him in some sort of fancy economics related scheme that was too complicated to understand, even when she had direct access to the specifics. (She wondered if he even understood it fully). She ate that plan from his mind in annoyance as she held him from behind in that alley way and decided to see if what she saw in the professors mind was true and he was really that good. She decided to go to his address and watch him from afar, see what he was like. Could he be controlled easily? Nine was not sure, and she was already distinctly uncomfortable at how her willingness to manipulate an innocent man made her all to similar to the one who made her. Nine did not think of herself as a criminal. Just desperate.
Desperate enough to act like the one who made her. This problem with the firm had occupied her thoughts for days as she hid out in an abandoned apartment, contemplating how to seize the data with his aid. She was stealthy, but she wasn't 'that' stealthy.
And as she watched the man that crooked professor knew as [member="Sebastian Thel"] from afar on a rooftop at dusk, she started to decide how she could best win his cooperation. The smart ones were always dangerous if pushed too far, in her experience. Sheer intimidation would only make him an enemy and a traitor eventually. But would telling the truth truly be a better option?
Nine Lives began to use her special telekinesis to bodily crawl down the side of the apartment, her flowing green robes caught in the field of effect and adhering to the wall as much as she did...
Since meeting that lawyer on Balmorra, the handsome one who had acted as her proxy when making purchases from Sasori Research. (Nine had been stunned, utterly stunned at the number of artifacts they were openly manufacturing and selling when the lawyer told her the sheer scale of what one could purchase.) She had been slowly getting her footing in this era.
As she had slowly begun to think through her ever present bad mood, her pessimism began to postulate that perhaps, if the art of Force Artifact creation had reached a point where even the economy was taking active advantage of it, then perhaps it hadn't been such a poor idea to think medicine might have advanced to the point it was treatable.
A genetics research firm with shiny corporate headquarters on Balmorra specialized in rare, obscure diseases, constantly trying to work out more cutting edge treatments. But they certainly were not to share such specialized knowledge with a nobody off the street like her. So she decided to take it.
It was during drinking the memories of a local professor that she came across the memory of a young man who he had apparently been keeping track of, a local who, it turned out, was a data analyst doing work for the very company she wanted to steal from. His skills with numbers and familiarity with what she wanted had made him an instant subject of interest. Amusingly he had been planning on trying to involve him in some sort of fancy economics related scheme that was too complicated to understand, even when she had direct access to the specifics. (She wondered if he even understood it fully). She ate that plan from his mind in annoyance as she held him from behind in that alley way and decided to see if what she saw in the professors mind was true and he was really that good. She decided to go to his address and watch him from afar, see what he was like. Could he be controlled easily? Nine was not sure, and she was already distinctly uncomfortable at how her willingness to manipulate an innocent man made her all to similar to the one who made her. Nine did not think of herself as a criminal. Just desperate.
Desperate enough to act like the one who made her. This problem with the firm had occupied her thoughts for days as she hid out in an abandoned apartment, contemplating how to seize the data with his aid. She was stealthy, but she wasn't 'that' stealthy.
And as she watched the man that crooked professor knew as [member="Sebastian Thel"] from afar on a rooftop at dusk, she started to decide how she could best win his cooperation. The smart ones were always dangerous if pushed too far, in her experience. Sheer intimidation would only make him an enemy and a traitor eventually. But would telling the truth truly be a better option?
Nine Lives began to use her special telekinesis to bodily crawl down the side of the apartment, her flowing green robes caught in the field of effect and adhering to the wall as much as she did...