“The conscious mind is highly critical. This is of course by design. It is the part of a being which is responsible for decision making. Our research from the medical teams on Obroa Skai has indicated, however, that there is another way. The unconscious mind has no critical judgment. So we can target it with an entirely different set of stimuli. If we want to change the belief system of a subject, we do it with the unconscious mind. It is possible to make these changes exceedingly rapidly, within the blink of an eye according to our leading experts. The old method of doing things, the one we inherited from the ISB and COMPNOR, these methods are outdated, unscientific and ultimately messy and ineffective. The old method of doing things, this being brainwashing in a conventional sense, flash learning or propaganda, these all required either extreme effort, extreme risks or a relatively blank slate. This is why you may note the First Order chose to indoctrinate children. All of this is because they chose to engage purely with a critical conscious being.”

Murith sat for a moment taking a drink of water, he had been giving this presentation for a while now to his key administrators. This strategy was a cornerstone to a greater plan. To build a new, loyal, Sith order. The Dark Jedi who had survived the assasination attempt would already have been the test subjects for this new non violent approach to domination.

“ They tell me their neurologists and psychotherapists at Aurora, who by the way are now at one of our own facilities, have become masters at manipulating and inserting new memories into the mind. Along with their other expertise this will make a welcome addition to our skillset. Having seen their progress in reprogramming the survivors of those who attempted to assassinate me, I must say I am impressed. I have chosen to extend funding to this program and I expect the full cooperation of the intelligence apparatus, media and RND corps in these efforts. I have titled this Project Qâzoi Kyantuska, in reference to the legendary sorcerous technique of suppressing and controlling thought. Of course I expect more than just the limited applications we have now, which require direct physical contact with the victim. I have become aware that in the past Onderonian nobility made use of devices which could influence and control the minds of their peasants, wirelessly. While the exact nature of these devices will never be known to us, this does bring up the idea of special types of radiation, sounds and visual stimuli which can also alter and reshape the unconscious mind. This could, when combined with perhaps the insertion of stimuli into the food and water supply, allow us to create a more harmonious and lawful society. Some suggest it may also allow us to do away with our prison system. The possibilities of resocialization and re-education are endless. For too long we have let the Jedi and Alliance hold a decisive lead when it comes to this technology. “

Murith typed in a command a command on the holotable they were sitting at on Umbara and selected Mott Garel.

“ Of key importance to our future efforts will be getting the support of Moff Garel’s project Geniture. He holds the key to our total security. I want us to dispatch a liaison to his capital immediately, with the plans regarding the Jedi Killer program kept in a physical encrypted form. Only Moff Garel will possess the ability to read them with his code cylinder. Is this understood? “

Murith rose from the table, as did the other members of the meeting. They knew not to even bother answering and saluted their leader before marching off.

Murith had been taking it easy physically since his near death experience on the fields of Umbara. He could still feel the bacta patches itching on his torso as he collapsed into bed once more to rest. He felt the aches and pains that accompanied such wounds. A few more days and he would be fully recovered. The room was relatively spartan for someone of Murith’s standing, designed more for functionality and security than luxury. It’s durasteel ceiling and walls were unsullied by paint or decoration. There was simply a smattering of stone Sith sculptures and artifacts scattered around the walls, along with Murith’s prized Jedi trophy collection. Four lightsabers hung off the merciless gray walls, as if to remind Murith everyday who he was. Besides these few artistic pieces he afforded himself, there was a simple closet and stand for food and drink. He had a need for little else during his moments of rest. Which had been rare due to the military and political drama ongoing in the galaxy. When his power was secure, the Princeps would need to take some time to truly recover from the strain of keeping this damnable Empire together.