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!