Author's Note: Hey! New chap, not much happens but it explains a bit.
traptrogue6: When the light in the chip changes from red to blue it means she's attached herself to a man. Doesn't necessarily mean it's a Furyan... but mirror races are drawn to each other.
"Do you really believe him to be the one?"
"Of course," Mother replied, scanning the monitor screen in front of her intently. "She never formed an attachment to any of our specimens. And how many Furyan males do you think are left in the univese? Is it possible she crossed paths with more than one free Furyan during her holiday? Yes, but highly improbable. She's commited to Riddick. I have no doubts."
"His eyes," Brother leaned over her shoulder, watching the caged man on the screen with mounting interest, "Are they- ?"
"Natural?" Mother nodded her head curtly, "Quite."
"Really?" he cocked an intruigued eye brow. "I've never seen the like. Do all Furyan's have eyes like that?"
"No." She swiveled her chair around to face him, making him stumble backwards. "Only under certain cercumstances do Furyan eyes develope the shine." She glanced over her shoulder, "I'd be willing to bet he's mystified by his own gaze. Chances are, if he was ignorant of his race, he is ignorant of most of his abilities." She stroked her chin, "I wonder how he felt, watching his eyes glaze over, almost as if with caterax. Must have been terifying.
"He has most likely come up with a story about them. Eyes like that, people are bound to ask questions. He's not the type to admit he doesn't know things about his own body."
"You said there were conditions that had to be met, cercumstances. What are they?" He asked, looking to deflate his engorged curiosity.
"Five seperate experiences must be had for the change to begin, and two more for it to complete its self.
"The first five are extrenal goings on. One must witness an act of greed, vengance, bigotry, lust, and marterdom, each obsessive and cripiling. However, one must only behold these things, not take part in them. This grays the whites of the eyes. It is quite grotesque," she assured him happily, "Makes the eyes appear whithered and dead."
She stood and began to pace. "The final two experiences must be created and controled by the Furyan. In other words, one must purpsefully mean to commit the deeds, even desire to see them play out." She picked a file up from her desk and flipped through it, halting her speach.
After several moments Brother emplored her to continue. "And these deeds? Mother?"
She enjoyed stringing him along. The anxiouse vibrations in his prodding made her smile. "One concerns the heart. He must refuse something he longs for, the object of an obsession, once it is offered to him." She gently laied the file back in its place. "The other," she said carfeully, as if she were about to reveal to him secrets of the Devine, "Concerns the sole. He must commit a useless murder. He must kill for no other reason then to see life lost. With this, the life contamination is complete and the shine is eminnent."
"I see." He clasped his hands behind his back, bending closer to the screen, his nose almost brushing it. "Unsavory characters, those shined ones, hu? Well, I supose a pointless killing would be no problem for our boy here."
She looked thoughtfull for a moment, "No. I supose not," she said, though her words carried little conviction.
"And the energy?" he asked.
"It feeds on experiences, as well."
He stood up, turning to face her just as Father strolled into the office. "What?"
"Every lock has its key, Brother Boy," she sighed.
Brother plopped himself into her vacant chair. "He's had them, though?" She shook her head. "You mean we can't get to it?"
She shook her head again. Father kissed her on the cheek as he reached around her for the file. He exited the room silently. "Not at the moment, any rate."
"Well, it's alright, I supose. We'll force the events upon him and we'll have our weapon in no time."
"It's not so easy," she proclaimed with a biting tone. "He's already gone threw most of the required stages. I can tell from his file. He's almost ready. There's only one more before it is unlocked. But even then, he can't controle it, and we need him to be able to. We can't harness it if we can't call it up at will." He nodded, but didn't undersand where she was taking this. "We don't know what he needs to do to obtain controle."
He pursed his lips, "You mean to tell me that you've been working on this project for over twenty five years and still don't know how to reach your objective?"
"It's not so easy," she repeated. She hissed under her breath. "If we don't find out how to draw it out of him soon... we'll loose funding. Our sponsors have threatened to pull out if we can't provide them with a demonstration by the end of the year.
Brother bit his lip, and asked angrily, "Why wasn't I informed of this before?"
"I shouldn't be telling you now," she said frankly, turning up her nose at him.
He narrowed his eyes at her, his mouth and brow taking on a prominant scowl. "What is the last thing he needs to do to unlock it?"
"It won't be so easy for him, I fear. He needs to openly acknowledge that he loves. Some how- a gesture, a simple satement."
"Will he do it for her?" he asked, nodding at the monitor.
"I have my doubts," Mother admited.
"They sure are chatting it up right now."
Mother pulled at her bottom lip, thinking. "We should transfur them- to a more... intimate location."
Author's Note: I've never played the game, but I heard that in Escape From Butcher Bay it says Riddick's shine was due to a "spiritual awakening" rather than an operation. Thought I'd explore that a bit. (and that totally explains Kyra's line in the move: "Was there anything you said that was true?" I used to find it odd... after all, just because she couldn't find a doctor to do the job doesn't mean there wasn't one. But I get it now.)