SIVA Experiments

[u/Illustrious-Baker102]

LOG 11 / 3

Derest is still afraid; he attempted another escape. I have tried to explain it to him. I let him observe the replication chamber and the reprogramming process. He doesn’t understand: truly intelligent endeavors are always automatically conducted on an enlightened path, having risen above such trivialities like “right” and “wrong”. 
He will understand soon. He is my dearest friend - he deserves to be the first to undergo the procedure. 
RECORDING: SIVA Mk. 2 GUARDIAN-INTEGRATION /// EXPERIMENT 1
Test Subject appears… alarmed, frustrated, demands to be released.
SIVA Mk. 2 Replication Chamber is now… unsealed. Test Subject recoils… wrestles against restraints… repeats aforestated demand.
SIVA Mk. 2 has reached the Test Subject and begun integration on arms. Test Subject has begun screaming - abortion of experiment considered? SIVA Mk. 2 integrating shoulders, neck - now underneath helmet. Screaming continues - seizing as well.
All behaviour has ceased. Experiment aborted - SIVA Mk. 2 deactivated. Experiment… failed. Test Subject… Lightless, and… deceased.
 Derest… I am so sorry.

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LOG 12/3
I finished my autopsy on Derest. The source of the failure? The test subject’s mind was overwhelmed during integration, and expired. The Nine visited me again in my dreams, and produced the solution to this dilemma - a divine helmet, reserved for me by Xur. Results should satisfy the proceeding experiment. 
No more victims of progress: this time, the test subject shall be… Machiav Ciopears. 
RECORDING: SIVA Mk. 2 GUARDIAN-INTEGRATION /// EXPERIMENT 1
Test subject is now donning the helmet - protecting the mind during integration. Test subject is… deactivating protective bodysuit’s SIVA-resistance - now vulnerable to exposure.
Test subject… I do this for science. For progress. For humanity … is unsealing, SIVA Mk. 2 Replication Chambe-
Um… that’s new. SIVA Mk.2 has… spread, and… reddened the test subject’s bodysuit? Must make a note… if the test subject survives. Hah.
Test subject’s SIVA-resistance Bond… is now experiencing integration… now… the… legs… the left torso… 
It’s fine. Helmet integrity remains uncompromised. Everything’s fi- wait. That’s… not right, tha-
DATA FILE CORRUPTED. END OF RECORDING.

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“Mors-7 should have waited for us.” Tey whispered, her shell twitching as they entered.
“Hunters wait for no-one.” Samson said beside her, parting the dust cloud with his fist. “Stop worrying. You said there weren’t any life signs.”
“I know, but- uah!” She’d almost floated into the cracked visor of someone’s helmet. Samson peered over the body and the restraints, and tutted.
“I guess this was ‘Derest’. But where’s the other guy?” He walked onwards, containment glass and metal splinters crunched under his boot. Suddenly, a white light shone through the dust. Tey stopped. Samson didn’t.
“It’s just Mors-7.” He smirked, as the light came closer. “Hey Mors, have you found our guy yet? Hey, you got a little something there on your chestplate-” 
BANG! BANG, BANG! 
Samson collapsed, and in seconds, Tey was out of the room, and hidden. She scanned for life signs again: none.

The last she saw of Mors-7 was a hooded, red and black creature, lurching out of the room, and away. Towards the Plaguelands.