Several excerpts from Onezu Nuva’s journal:
I found something out in the desert.
I wasn't even aware I was searching until now, but as soon as I arrived in this place I knew I had found what I was searching for. There is a particularly large fragment of our old world that somehow landed all the way out here. And inside it is... what appears to be a personal sanctum of some sort. There is a veritable maze of tunnels past the main chamber, but what I have explored so far contains a library and what I can only describe as a laboratory of some kind. And several items of... interest.
This place creates a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. There is a shadow that clings to it. Yet I find myself incapable of simply walking away.
I must uncover the secrets of this place.
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I have become more comfortable in this place as the days have passed. Which is strange. By all rights I ought to be quite disturbed by the discovery of who this place used to belong to. Or rather, what.
A Makuta.
The very name has rung with evil for 1002 long years. I and everyone I know has suffered horribly under the tyranny of the Brotherhood of Makuta at some point since the Cataclysm. They betrayed their duty to the world. I ought to hate them. I have hated them for a long time. So why does it intrigue me now to walk their halls and see into their minds through the gift of this place?
I think I had almost forgotten that they were once a race of scientists. Iif the texts in the library are to be believed, it seems they never really stopped being scientists, even after their bid for conquest.
I was a scholar once too. So very, very long ago. I must admit, for all I have suffered due to the Brotherhood's actions... I can appreciate power earned through the search for knowledge.
Perhaps I should return to my scholarly ways...
The Vat in the Laboratory
