"You know of the Scream, of course," Tip sighed. "How all the old Psychics were driven made and the technology they enabled was lost? In this sector there were desperate attempts to find a workaround. Many delved into experimental lore that they would never have considered had the consequences not been so dire! And mostly they failed. The ancient stories say that they went mad like the psychics...or worse."<br/><br/>She blushed, bit her lower lip. One ear flicked.<br/><br/>"Would you not prefer to just go back to the ship and fuck me like a wanton little sex-doll for hours? This is not pleasant."<br/><br/>But one look at Tamritha's face and she continued unhappily.<br/><br/>"They did not all fail. Some unlucky person managed to breach the walls. Another managed to...untangle the rules of negotiating with the shadows beyond the veil, shall we say." She gave Tam another nervous look. "Destroyed one of the worlds in the sector in the process, then weaponized their knowledge until the effects were too great to be overcome. But some of that forbidden knowledge survives."<br/><br/>She lets out a heavy sigh.<br/><br/>"We are called Pacters. And we are not regarded well."