------------------ Lab Notes ------------------ [...] after edward died i spend years trying to bring him back in any way i could. time was of the essence ... not enough time to save his body, barely managed to capture his soul when it left, and even that hold has become tenuous of late. the containment crystal is worn, was never designed to be used for this long andfor this purpose. fashioning a new organic body seemed like a viable solution, maybe even able to improve on the .. imperfections.. of the original. but that isn't an option anymore, growing a vessel from nothing did not work, fashioning a temporary one from harvested parts did not work (regardless of the freshness). as my last resort i have reverse engineered parts of the process that the soul trap crystal was intended for and called in way too many favors in procuring a warforged host. in order to keep with the timeline (and lacking the necessary skills and resources) i have opted to replace most of the original soul with edward's leaving enough of the old present to ease transition into the new body. to do this right would take another month, but i've been seeing a lot of new faces in town. adventurers. hunters. i can't risk it. it'll be done tonight. for better or for worse. [...] ------------------------------------------------- I am THX-1138. Warforged Class - Tactical. H Series. Expeditionary Variant. 1138th among my brothers. I don't remember much from the time before. Flashes of siege weapons. Magical explosions and creatures swarming down corridors. Barked orders, the noise of rending metal and clash of weapons on armored hide. A bright light and then a whole lot of silence. I have grown to like the quiet. It beats waking up in a lab in more pain then any non-organic body should be able to be in and a few voices screaming inside of my skull wanting to get out, stick around, take over, die quickly, live indefinately or begging to never have been at all. I had a chance to talk to my father/creator/benefactor/screaming psycho for a few days and managed to hide and later retrieve some of the labnotes he left behind after being dispatched by a group of downright terrifying (but well-meaning) individuals. If all had turned out as planned you'd be talking to Edward now. From what I gather he was a quiet, likable, intelligent kid with bad eyesight and a weak heart. His dad had a lot of issues letting go and parts of me were supposed to help Edward stick around. That didn't work out as planned. A lack of skill, a rushed experiment, a heaping dose of bad luck and the aforementioned collection of shitkickers left the laboratory in ruins, my creator dead and me with a head full of voices. I was debriefed (so to speak) judged mostly harmless and left to my own devices with the stern advice to keep my head down, my mouth shut and my lack of a nose clean. I held it together long enough to grab what i could and get out. Remembered the location of an old outpost (though damned if i know from when or where) and sat down to contemplate my fate and future. Head down and mouth shut. I took that to mean that shutting up the voices and being humble would be a good start. So for the next half century I sat in quiet contemplation, going through every memory my head and souls contained to fashion myself into a new whole. Parts of Edward, parts of THX, parts of the failed experiment became what I am now. And along the way I found the AllSpark, or maybe it found me, or maybe it had been there all along. Something must have given life to THX when he was created, after all. The curious parts of Edward investigated, saw patterns and logic and asked a lot of questions. and the AllSpark answered. It took me another decade to make sure it wasn't some voice left over from the experiment trying to trick me into giving it control. I am certain now that I have found valuable information. And my brothers should be told... if they are still here... I have kept my head down and mouth shut for long enough and it has yielded the intended results. But it took longer then expected and I have missed my chance to keep my nose clean and do right by those who started me on my path. I heard they were killed mere weeks before I found them, but their Spark lives on in their creations. So there is still a chance for me to do right, and maybe in the process find my brothers and show them the bright light of the AllSpark. There's plenty of time, after all.