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He was accepted into Bristle Crios, he kept to himself most times not wanting to scare people or be scared. He still counted himself as lost until he found purpose. The Library managed to catch his attention more times then food or training or anything else really. He even went trough the trouble of locating and piecing together the history of his people.
The Data recording would be left for Fiona, as he had the chance to learn the roles of the two nice ladies with whom he spoke to once. A message read that she should view and hear the history at her leisure. It held all the rites and rituals, both Arcane and mundane. The religion his people held for so long, the many gods to whom they worshiped. Even their many sciences and technologies.
He would spend the time to look at the recording one final time before passing it along.
A hologram of a man, in a hover chair, legs strapped with metal planks, an arm missing. He was bald and wore thick but dark glasses. Lab coat indicated scientist. He sighed and used his middle finger to adjust his glasses before speaking.
I am Doctor Oban Tagir. If you are watching this, then my experiments never came to bare the fruit I had dreamed. You are either a scavenger looking to pick a corpse long forgotten or you are a Historian. In either even I pray you keep this record. It contains all that my people once were. All that we could have been.
The recording skips ahead to him sitting in a cell, wearing the standard prison stripe. A data recorder sat on the desk before him. He cleared his throat and sipped on some water.
These are my notes upon the Tagirian Species Created by myself, perfect by me and ultimately, greatest success and failure.
Page 1 of notes. -
I am Oban Tagir. Former Lead Scientist of the Hyperion Star Cluster. I was in-charge of researching and developing a chemical formula to increase our planets food yields by 100%. It was a success, then things changed. When we applied the chemicals to the flowers and plants responsible for giving us food, our fellow cluster mates, the Auradons, began to attack us. To them doing what we did was seen as a perversion of nature. Within one week of the initial attack I was arrested and thrown in prison for starting this war with my illegal experiments. More like sanctioned until deemed hazardous.
What they did not foresee is that I had already started a second project. Many would call what I did Hubris. Playing Creator, oh no, in fact what I did put my people on a new path of evolution! I called my new species Tagirians, after myself, their creator of course. They would be smarter, faster, stronger then those weak spined old men at the High Council hall. They shall see in the coming years my pieces of genetic perfection take their place in the shaping of our cluster.
Tagirians are a race of Warriors. Their DNA is modified between human and amphibian DNA for various reasons but the more prevalent and obvious reasons are tissue, limb, organ regeneration and a more bestial nature while in combat. Although initial reports in the early models were successful, they failed to account for illnesses and diseases one might encounter. Secondary reports showed that placing them in a suit resembling that of the Auradon, they are able to fight off many of these illnesses to a degree.
Each illness shows a certain degree of strain on the Tagirian's body. A common cold or the flu places them out of commission so to speak for a week were as normal humans may show signs of them passing within 24 hours after contracting them. Pneumonia has shown to be a devastating factor to their numbers. That illness alone manages to kill 1 in 5 modified soldiers per strain. Due to these issues their bodies will be injected with microscopic nanites to aid but not fully replace their immune system.
Another large draw back to our enhancements finds that certain enzymes and chemical compounds manage to send the enhanced soldier into an anabolic shock. If they are given the enzyme or compound in a large enough quantity it results in a coma till their bodies are able to expel the foreign chemical/enzyme/compound. I have noted on several occasions that their bodies soon form a rather virulent hunger for them. Whether or not this is a good or bad thing will be determined in later experiments.
Further analysis has shown that the amphibian DNA added to the human DNA has proved to be astonishing. Tests were conducted to see if the amphibians ability to regenerate limbs was an astonishing success. A finger and minor skin lacerations were healed in a mere twenty four hours. Injured organs and fractured bones showed to need a week, along with constant watch, before they were good as new so to speak. However a loss of a limb such as a hand, arm foot ect. require a month to regenerate in which time the soldier is under intense pain and must be medically sedated for the period.
In the end the experimentation performed on the first generation of Tagirians proved enlightening. They offered themselves willingly for it would advance the species. None of the first generation however survived the experimentation phase. We are beginning experimentation upon the second generation by testing their resistance to our enemies weapons and tactics. Preliminary data should provide interesting results give the units combat cohesion. They seem to exceed my expectations at every turn. I created them for order yet when I see the data there is only chaos being born from them. But as a scientist a little chaos here and there is needed for stability. Any scientist knows that perfect order allows for things to grow stagnant and never moving forward. To build anew, things must be destroyed.
A year has passed since my assistants had the need to smuggle in my research but now things have changed. It seems the High Council wish to speak to me about the matter of the Auradons and their use of the planets beasts to attack us unending. They told me that they had to turn to me out of desperation. I told them they had to turn to me for they had no other choice. Though they spouted many insults the resolution was satisfying. I was set free and with my research reinstated I began my work in earnest.
When we were done, we had looked into our history, never before had we created such creatures or had we even amassed such a martial force like this in the defense of our home. Well its time to write my name into the history books as the monster that I am.
The recording ends with laughter. A few weeks passed on the time display as it sped up to get to the next chapter in notes. It showed him once again clearing his throat.
Chapter 2 of our little ramble through the past.
My pets have performed marvelously. Today we tested their resistance to the foul weather of the forests in out simulation dome, it appears the suits are not able to generate enough heat to keep them from freezing. A heating unit has been installed into the belt of the armor. With luck it should keep them worm...or short out and incinerate them. When tested once more in the simulation dome we found the thermal generators tended to over heat. Will look into alternative methods of keeping the body heat in the suit.
However on a slightly related note I have discovered that my creations can procreate. We had brought a joined couple in for testing and enhancement. They celebrated their being chosen to safe guard out people. When the child is of adequate age I will run an analysis on how the enhancements of the parents effect the child. Even my own son wishes to undergo the procedure which, I must admit, is a bit strange. He was so vocal about his disapproval of this project, it was not sanctioned, the casualties had to be placed in unmarked graved with nothing more then a monolith and a silent vigil.
Going back to original results data we are estimating that this third generation of Tagirians will be 38% more effective due to a new enhancement called Unit Synthesis. We have come up with a device to be implanted into their neuro-cortex that allows them to communicate by thought. We use the same technique for accident victims that are rendered speechless so they can still communicate to their family.
We are expecting there to be rather nasty side effects, the unit will be placed into a room with a magnetically sealed door in order to observe. In theory they should be able to communicate but we are testing to see if other thoughts and desires bleed over, if so we will adapt the software to be thoughts only. Another enhancement we are currently researching is a chip to block out emotions in order for the soldier to make the most logical decision while in battle. We are unsure yet if that is even possible since a great deal of our bodily responses are emotional.
A month passes and he is there yet once more. Adjusting his clothes now with one hand. He had a confident smirk upon his face.
This is the last chapter of this entry upon this recording.
A few weeks have passed since we tested not only the Synthesis device but the Emotion control chips. In tandem the units respond well but by themselves the devices either hinder or drive the subject to near suicide. We are unsure if this can be rectified so we have decided not to proceed with these tests, instead we have fallen back to ancient traditions from when our people were young. The magical rituals that first taught us everything we needed. And as such the results have been I have decided against testing them on my own son and the rest of his team.
On a semi related note....My illness which I have so closely kept secret is acting up. I fear my experiments wont come to fruit in time. I know now my work may be folly. Every day I hear reports about how some of the early models have been dying at random times due to either organ failure or their hearts exploding from the strain. Ever since I lost my arm and the use of my lower half to my growth hormone experiments that mutated the wild life by an un-foreseen side effect, I have searched a way to heal myself without mechanical replacements. My body wont handle the string, the Eighth generation show promise of reduced signs of fatal side effects from strain meaning I either have to augment them at a young age and develop them that way or having pre-trained bodies before augmentation. I will need to investigate further.
He was accepted into Bristle Crios, he kept to himself most times not wanting to scare people or be scared. He still counted himself as lost until he found purpose. The Library managed to catch his attention more times then food or training or anything else really. He even went trough the trouble of locating and piecing together the history of his people.
The Data recording would be left for Fiona, as he had the chance to learn the roles of the two nice ladies with whom he spoke to once. A message read that she should view and hear the history at her leisure. It held all the rites and rituals, both Arcane and mundane. The religion his people held for so long, the many gods to whom they worshiped. Even their many sciences and technologies.
He would spend the time to look at the recording one final time before passing it along.
A hologram of a man, in a hover chair, legs strapped with metal planks, an arm missing. He was bald and wore thick but dark glasses. Lab coat indicated scientist. He sighed and used his middle finger to adjust his glasses before speaking.
I am Doctor Oban Tagir. If you are watching this, then my experiments never came to bare the fruit I had dreamed. You are either a scavenger looking to pick a corpse long forgotten or you are a Historian. In either even I pray you keep this record. It contains all that my people once were. All that we could have been.
The recording skips ahead to him sitting in a cell, wearing the standard prison stripe. A data recorder sat on the desk before him. He cleared his throat and sipped on some water.
These are my notes upon the Tagirian Species Created by myself, perfect by me and ultimately, greatest success and failure.
Page 1 of notes. -
I am Oban Tagir. Former Lead Scientist of the Hyperion Star Cluster. I was in-charge of researching and developing a chemical formula to increase our planets food yields by 100%. It was a success, then things changed. When we applied the chemicals to the flowers and plants responsible for giving us food, our fellow cluster mates, the Auradons, began to attack us. To them doing what we did was seen as a perversion of nature. Within one week of the initial attack I was arrested and thrown in prison for starting this war with my illegal experiments. More like sanctioned until deemed hazardous.
What they did not foresee is that I had already started a second project. Many would call what I did Hubris. Playing Creator, oh no, in fact what I did put my people on a new path of evolution! I called my new species Tagirians, after myself, their creator of course. They would be smarter, faster, stronger then those weak spined old men at the High Council hall. They shall see in the coming years my pieces of genetic perfection take their place in the shaping of our cluster.
Tagirians are a race of Warriors. Their DNA is modified between human and amphibian DNA for various reasons but the more prevalent and obvious reasons are tissue, limb, organ regeneration and a more bestial nature while in combat. Although initial reports in the early models were successful, they failed to account for illnesses and diseases one might encounter. Secondary reports showed that placing them in a suit resembling that of the Auradon, they are able to fight off many of these illnesses to a degree.
Each illness shows a certain degree of strain on the Tagirian's body. A common cold or the flu places them out of commission so to speak for a week were as normal humans may show signs of them passing within 24 hours after contracting them. Pneumonia has shown to be a devastating factor to their numbers. That illness alone manages to kill 1 in 5 modified soldiers per strain. Due to these issues their bodies will be injected with microscopic nanites to aid but not fully replace their immune system.
Another large draw back to our enhancements finds that certain enzymes and chemical compounds manage to send the enhanced soldier into an anabolic shock. If they are given the enzyme or compound in a large enough quantity it results in a coma till their bodies are able to expel the foreign chemical/enzyme/compound. I have noted on several occasions that their bodies soon form a rather virulent hunger for them. Whether or not this is a good or bad thing will be determined in later experiments.
Further analysis has shown that the amphibian DNA added to the human DNA has proved to be astonishing. Tests were conducted to see if the amphibians ability to regenerate limbs was an astonishing success. A finger and minor skin lacerations were healed in a mere twenty four hours. Injured organs and fractured bones showed to need a week, along with constant watch, before they were good as new so to speak. However a loss of a limb such as a hand, arm foot ect. require a month to regenerate in which time the soldier is under intense pain and must be medically sedated for the period.
In the end the experimentation performed on the first generation of Tagirians proved enlightening. They offered themselves willingly for it would advance the species. None of the first generation however survived the experimentation phase. We are beginning experimentation upon the second generation by testing their resistance to our enemies weapons and tactics. Preliminary data should provide interesting results give the units combat cohesion. They seem to exceed my expectations at every turn. I created them for order yet when I see the data there is only chaos being born from them. But as a scientist a little chaos here and there is needed for stability. Any scientist knows that perfect order allows for things to grow stagnant and never moving forward. To build anew, things must be destroyed.
A year has passed since my assistants had the need to smuggle in my research but now things have changed. It seems the High Council wish to speak to me about the matter of the Auradons and their use of the planets beasts to attack us unending. They told me that they had to turn to me out of desperation. I told them they had to turn to me for they had no other choice. Though they spouted many insults the resolution was satisfying. I was set free and with my research reinstated I began my work in earnest.
When we were done, we had looked into our history, never before had we created such creatures or had we even amassed such a martial force like this in the defense of our home. Well its time to write my name into the history books as the monster that I am.
The recording ends with laughter. A few weeks passed on the time display as it sped up to get to the next chapter in notes. It showed him once again clearing his throat.
Chapter 2 of our little ramble through the past.
My pets have performed marvelously. Today we tested their resistance to the foul weather of the forests in out simulation dome, it appears the suits are not able to generate enough heat to keep them from freezing. A heating unit has been installed into the belt of the armor. With luck it should keep them worm...or short out and incinerate them. When tested once more in the simulation dome we found the thermal generators tended to over heat. Will look into alternative methods of keeping the body heat in the suit.
However on a slightly related note I have discovered that my creations can procreate. We had brought a joined couple in for testing and enhancement. They celebrated their being chosen to safe guard out people. When the child is of adequate age I will run an analysis on how the enhancements of the parents effect the child. Even my own son wishes to undergo the procedure which, I must admit, is a bit strange. He was so vocal about his disapproval of this project, it was not sanctioned, the casualties had to be placed in unmarked graved with nothing more then a monolith and a silent vigil.
Going back to original results data we are estimating that this third generation of Tagirians will be 38% more effective due to a new enhancement called Unit Synthesis. We have come up with a device to be implanted into their neuro-cortex that allows them to communicate by thought. We use the same technique for accident victims that are rendered speechless so they can still communicate to their family.
We are expecting there to be rather nasty side effects, the unit will be placed into a room with a magnetically sealed door in order to observe. In theory they should be able to communicate but we are testing to see if other thoughts and desires bleed over, if so we will adapt the software to be thoughts only. Another enhancement we are currently researching is a chip to block out emotions in order for the soldier to make the most logical decision while in battle. We are unsure yet if that is even possible since a great deal of our bodily responses are emotional.
A month passes and he is there yet once more. Adjusting his clothes now with one hand. He had a confident smirk upon his face.
This is the last chapter of this entry upon this recording.
A few weeks have passed since we tested not only the Synthesis device but the Emotion control chips. In tandem the units respond well but by themselves the devices either hinder or drive the subject to near suicide. We are unsure if this can be rectified so we have decided not to proceed with these tests, instead we have fallen back to ancient traditions from when our people were young. The magical rituals that first taught us everything we needed. And as such the results have been I have decided against testing them on my own son and the rest of his team.
On a semi related note....My illness which I have so closely kept secret is acting up. I fear my experiments wont come to fruit in time. I know now my work may be folly. Every day I hear reports about how some of the early models have been dying at random times due to either organ failure or their hearts exploding from the strain. Ever since I lost my arm and the use of my lower half to my growth hormone experiments that mutated the wild life by an un-foreseen side effect, I have searched a way to heal myself without mechanical replacements. My body wont handle the string, the Eighth generation show promise of reduced signs of fatal side effects from strain meaning I either have to augment them at a young age and develop them that way or having pre-trained bodies before augmentation. I will need to investigate further.