Primal Censoring

Generic time zone greeting Dominion Citizens. Welcome to the Archivist. As you probably have guessed by now I have little to no love for Artimis Zin, and somehow I'm still allowed to broadcast. With that in mind I presume either I am not being broadcasted at all or nobody of note is listening.  To whoever sent me that armour though, they must be listening pretty intensely. I've still yet to work up the courage to put it on. But what has got me really angry today, is that Zin has an entire museum dedicated to her in Illium, but I'm the one that seemed to be filling it up for her.

I was introduced to some agreeable Pell  who I had gained trust with. Their affinity with the primal waters was outstanding, something the Eldan refer to as Molecular Primal Tuning. Riff-Raff was able to scan some of their DNA and run a scan on it. It turns out with enough research and omni-plasm handy you can pretty much replicate some of the abilities that the Pell demonstrate. I hope this is something I can work on if other creatures around here show distinct Primal Tuning.  So they seemed pretty hospitable race, until I had to betray their trust and destroy everything. It's a shame really. But to be honest, they were putting their technology and abilities to waste, so why shouldn't the Dominion have control?

There have been rumours going around Illium of the Ikthians. Although not aligned to the Exiles they should be taken as a serious theat. Their terrestrial kidnappings and off planet containments are real. Copperworth Village as well as Sterling Croft have been attacked and its inhabitants abducted. I have even found evidence of their experimentation on our citizens at Tideborn Research Station. You should all be made aware that the Dominion is currently down playing this threat. Just take Zin's broadcasts. Mine give you the real story, her's is tainted by Dominion rhetoric. I am for the people of the Dominion not for its strategists, spin-doctor's and politicians. To see proof of my endeavours, visit Zin's museum.

After finishing up in Ellevar I was tasked to take the knowledge we acquired back to Illium. The StormSeeker Tech Tome from the Pell is now in pride of place, but by my hands. Ignore Zin's broadcasts and follow me. I'm doing the work she wouldn't dare to break a nail over. So what next? I've been handed paperwork to fill out from Protostar. Apparently as part of this contract I have indentured service to the Protostar run Cubig Farms and the Honeyworks in Auroria. I just hope there's something more interesting going on that just a few animals and Protostar Employees.

I'm Braxxus, on Nexus, reporting  from outside Artimis Zin's Museum  in Illium and you have been listening to, The Archivist, part of the Protostar Communications Network, a Protostar Corporation company. Delivering your life to Nexus, for profit! 

Augmentation Too Far

Generic time zone greeting Dominion Citizens. Welcome to the Archivist.  Either someone at PCN  likes my show, or you guys out there like my show, or I have one talented stalker. Somehow through the magic of the arcane mail system we somehow still survive on, I received two outstanding pieces of craftsmanship. One a thing of interstellar beauty. A deed to a small shuttlecraft and landing plot. I was swiftly on-board thanks to my now apparent real connections to Protostar and admired and feared the vistas around. I was floating on a replicated patch of dirt, a teleportation pad and a personal DND - Dominion Notification Display. As I arrived I received a message from the Royal Collegium. Money for that transport I was desperately needing and blueprints for a farm, an excavation site, a personalised crafting bench and party permanently in stasis. The latter I'm not so sure about, hopefully not a way to get rid of me permanently... And I'm not even going to question how Elden relics naturally appear miles above the ground. I didn't have to pay for it for I'm not going to question it.

The second present was a set of Omni-Plasm Augmented Eldan Armour of some description. Metal plates, tubing, engraving and filigree. It must be an authentic, genuine artefact but. I have been around Eldan artefacts for all my existence; and you know how true that is. This, however, was something I had never seen before. The normally yellowish gold, to whitish silver metals generically used this was tainted green. It's only obvious metal component was tarnished silver. But the tubing, what usually contains Omni-Plasm, well...it ran red. I was unsure at first, really unsure. Listeners, this thing looked more organic than any Eldan relic I have seen. The worst of it all, I examined the liquid, it was blood, of course it was blood. It was my blood! How? I do not understand listeners.  The only people who would have access to my data for replication would be the scientists on the project. But the Ren team was disbanded after I was deemed a failure. The entire thing confuses me. I'm too scared to put the thing on in case it somehow latches itself organically, or inorganically to me.

Speaking of which my journey to the Pell was interesting. After receiving that augmented armour, I started to learn the real truth about it all. The Eldan in the area became obsessed with bio-mechanical augmentation and transformation. Some did it with amputation, some with machines, some with chemicals but all produced the same results. Species on nexus augmented by the Eldan are far more terrifying, horrific but beautiful creatures you'll ever see. No matter how the transformation occurred their continued survival, alongside the untainted origin species as well as mirroring social structure development such as Alphas it is outstanding and could be researched till time runs out. But the tech I would want to study, is attached to things that love to kill me. I prefer my tech as relics, tomes and at the remote end of a data transmission. My blasters are for only one thing. My list. So, not only had I been gifted one of the most creepiest augmented Eldan tech I have ever seen but the original stuff also wanted to murder me. It was a lovely trip to the Pell. The Eldan saw the primal waters the Pell used as key to their augmentation processes. I was intrigued if I could dig anything up about the origin of it all. Oh, only laugh if you think that was intentional.

I'm running out of bronze to trade for transmission time, you know you work for a good company when you have to pay to broadcast their channel which you present for them.  I'll be back in a bit. I'm Braxxus, slightly scared and confused on Nexus, reporting  from a never again to be disclosed location and you have been listening to, The Archivist, part of the Protostar Communications Network, a Protostar Corporation company. Delivering your life to Nexus, for profit! 

DataCube Dismay Pt.2

Welcome back to the Archivist Dominion citizens. I've managed to get Riff-Raff working again. Ended up talking to Technologist Corvainos. One of those Cassian's. Anyway, he was telling me about apprenticing in being a technologist. I've always had to rely on others when I've found any relics or omni-plasm for someone else to put it to use for me. I guess spending half an hour with him means that you can listen to my broadcasts again. So yes the matrix is now fixed which is optimal.  But back to what happened.

 I was approaching the station when I received comms from Zin herself. She was apparently far too busy with press at that minute so I, and I alone, had to power up the station. I presume she was talking to me anyway.  What she had failed to mention that although there was no wildlife in the area, the Eldan security mechanisms and constructs were still active. I prefer to keep any mechanical engineering or Eldan tech under my control. Not trying to murder me!  Speaking of which, after I had finally activated the structure, I teleported in; only to find the Caretaker still active, but his systems degraded. Someone with that much influence, knowledge and power, with an ability to turn on you in a nano second. Pretty terrifying.  Zin was playing celebrity again, so I wandered the facility looking for the key to the Data Cube.

In my expedition I found that this facility was to transmit data for the entire region into space. The cube held all the information from the area. Undegraded. The only problem was access. The Caretaker could not get in so this key was our only ticket. The Eldan relied heavily on their technology to such a degree that a failsafe manual override was not something I expected they would have ever put in. They were so sure about their own technology, but I guess that the data needed to be preserved at all costs and for all of time. Unfortunately, and this, dear listeners, is the worst of the tale. Those damned Exiles corrupted the facility and when Zin tried to access the cube with my key the data was destroyed. Yes the Exiles have cast the first stone and the look on Zin's face was priceless but we WAR! Perhaps I take the destroying Elden tech a bit too personally.

So techies and that one omni-plasm engineer, you don't match the vileness of the Exiles so you've been demoted down my list.  Well I have no idea what to do next. Perhaps I'll go visit those Pell if I remember the briefing notes. Something about primal water? Anyway, I'm Graxxus, on Nexus. angry and grieving, and you have been listening to the Archivist. Part of the Protostar Communications Network, a Protostar Corporation company. Delivering your life to Nexus, for profit!

DataCube Dismay Pt.1

Generic time zone greeting Dominion citizens. Welcome to The Archivist. You join me now as I sit at the Emperor's Blessing in Lightreach Mission, enjoying something I could replace for fuel on my jets. I'm currently watching the clip of Artimis Zins' best moment in my opinion. For those not connected to the Protostar Communications DTS- Data Transfer Service - then news of this moment may have come with a more sombre tone. The Exiles have destroyed the entire reason why this landing site was chosen. We have lost the Data Cube at Star Comm Station.  Sometimes the news can change from broadcaster to broadcaster but here with the Archivist, I've apparently got involved with one of the Dominion's most broadcasted, and strategically central mission.  So I can walk you through first-hand what happened.

Zin had gotten into range of the main transmission area. Unfortunately for them, they hadn't bargained on it's interference, so their last transmission  sounded like a cross between cries of joy and that of pain. Despite how I felt about this whole situation I ended up helping.  Riff-Raff here, decided he would scan some rocks. What he didn't transmit was that he was leaving me behind and to wait for me to catch up. To be honest it was probably just a matrix glitch and his programming went haywire but you appreciate the story don't you listeners...Don't think I've forgotten about you techhies. I'm still coming for you!

Since my scanner had been calibrated to Riff-Raff I had hardly any local radar. His signal appeared in my hand crafted Occuli Augmented Hud. It's the red eye patch for those that see that video that got me here. Or perhaps the mass marketing that this is surely getting...*cough*. The signal's arrows pinged for microns.  It was difficult with one eye on that, and one eye trying not to get killed by the wildlife. After I had caught up, I had found that he had latched onto a signal himself - an Eldan Transmitter. Of course I was able to fix it. Zin of course, thanked me in her thankless way. Glamoured with celebrity lingo. I might as well talk to the disembodied head of a Mechari. That or a voice mail.  I'm not disrespecting the Mechari, their voice is mechanically generated, it is naturally sterile. Just like her personality.  So when she asked me to come up to the main transmitter and help out myself, I should have guessed she forgot to disconnect from my transmission and was talking to someone else. It's a long walk to get here I can tell you. Little legs, little feet. Remind me to save for an Orbitron. So anyway I was approaching...O.K. Tech guys, you've got someone else joining you in top spot for surprising and torture filled deaths. The engineer that designed this Omni-Plasm conversion matrix. Hold on let me see if...

Scam-Bot

Generic time zone greeting Dominion citizens. Welcome to The Archivist. Ah, perhaps I can front this show and not get killed. So as you can see I am right outside where we have just landed in Levian Bay. It would seem that Artimis Zin has already torn her way through here and has everyone at her beck and call. She's got them unpacking her stuff, setting up camp for her and carrying out research that, as a scientist myself, she should be doing herself. I ended up having to put out flares and collect up a few basic Eldan fragments as the rest of the team had turned into her extended entourage. And you might be wondering why I haven't had her on the show. Well right now she completely disappeared off after the Star-Comm station and in the process sending her camera bots in every direction bar hers.  I will be rebroadcasting after I've found them.

You join me now after I have captured the second of Zin's bots and am now in a settler encampment just reviewing these notes that I've been given by one of the scientists here.  Both Operation Rain Shadow and setting up for the Royal Collegium and Dred researchers is in full effect. I am however wondering if this will go to plan. I've already discovered copses out in the wild, some with very distinct weapons signatures that show an Exile presence.  I even found one of those Black Hood recruits mauled to death in a cave. Why is nearly everything on this planet five times bigger than me?

I'm sorry to do this to you Riff-Raff but I need to get inside of ya. Sorry viewers this is not going to be the best I've televised...They have completely butchered you haven't they and then they do this? Whoever 'fixed' my Scan Bot and told me they had put in a visual transmitter inside was a blatant liar. Zin's has about a gazillion different pieces of equipment for recording. I've only got an empty box attached to the lens. Right...I am cannibalising her bots, or at least attempt to without being killed. And if I don't get killed, then I'll murder each and everyone one of those tech guys that messed with my bot. You can't see what I'm doing right now, but you should be scared!

It's been about ten minutes so, sorry about that. It would seem I can't fix Riff-Raff so my sign out has to change. I'm Graxxus, on Nexus. reporting live with murderous intent and you have hopefully been listening, if they included that, to the Archivist. Part of the Protostar Communications Network, a Protostar Corporation company. Delivering your life to Nexus, for profit!