Gareth Varion

=• Subject 21--File 1 •= Subject 21 has been procured and placed in his holding cell--er, "hotel room." Born of average wealth to a relatively unremarkable family, he grew up like all Cassians should; privileged, educated, and fit to aid in the establishment of our rule. From a young age he took special interest in the sciences and he excelled in classes pertaining to it, notably biology and anatomy. It seemed only natural that he would sign up to become a medic for our empire. Of course, fate seemed to have different plans for him. I don't know how or why, but for some reason he kept his mental abilities secret. He excelled in every examination pertaining to diagnosis, sometimes even giving the correct answer before the proctor finished explaining the patient! Some attributed it to genius, but I am not so easily fooled. No, I tailed this young boy and was quite amused to discover that he was an esper; not just any esper, one with a kind-of omniscience in regards to a person's well-being. Just the mere sight of a being revealed his or her entire medical history to him.

Given the rarity of this kind of gift, I persuaded (with copious amounts of my family treasury I might add!) his parents to relinquish their son over to me so that I may discover the secrets he possesses. Think of the possibilities!

Professor Xavier Thurgood, M.D.

=• Subject 21--File 16 •= The subject continues to resist our probing and experiments. In vain, of course, for not even an esper can resist a good sedative, but still his aggression is starting to scare my students and assistants. Fools. I have everything under control, but they still complain of simple cuts and scratches to their kidneys, brought on by the subject's mental outbursts. Still, his rebelliousness is odd given our generosity in helping him discover the nature of his power. If I were in his position, I'd be more than accepting of having a hypodermic needle shoved into my cranium!

As for the results of the experiments thus far, they have yielded...nothing. I am not dissuaded, however, for I am a patient man. The esper brain is a powerful, delicate organ that won't yield its secrets right away. I must pick it apart, matter by matter, neuron by neuron, to finally reach my prize. The area I'm looking for may be his entire frontal lobe, or something as small as Wernicke's Area. Professor Xavier Thurgood, M.D.

=• Subject 21--File 297 •= Subject has escaped assistant's dead all impaled by scalpels from inside some rotting away at the slightest touch no time for proper analysis need to hide

=• [Untitled Entry] •= Fucking bastard, killing yourself before I could find you. I had planned out your death so well. Would I send needles into your eyes? Would I melt your brain and have it come our your nose? Or perhaps I would shatter your bones atom by atom. But no...you chose to off yourself while UNDER SEDATION! Half the time you wouldn't even afford me that luxury...

The Empire has nothing for me. To whoever finds this log, I have escaped to live among the Exiles. I'll need to lay low, work on my accent and mannerisms, but I will aid them in any way I can. I will play the part of the foreign doctor helping the sick and wounded when I can, but if I find any Dominion assholes...they're going to feel my wrath. Gareth Varion. Come find me. I'll be sure to make a special appointment with you...