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"The Rakata have used his race and many others for forced labor for generations... wait..."
Cyrosia pauses for a moment as if she were calculating something before turning back to Zagulo.
"You said that you have never heard of the Rakata? Then that means..." Her melodious and mechanical voice trails off as she considers the possibilities of this revelation.

"How is it one of the slave races does not know the name of their oppressors?" the droid ponders for a moment before answering the next question. "We Je'daii are not well known, but the word has been mispronounced as Jedi by many races."

Cyrosia looks at Viggis in what seems to be confusion.
"What do you mean? The Rakata are the bane of the Galaxy. They control and dominate hundreds of worlds with their unholy mastery of the Dark Side. They upset the Balance in everything they touch. How can you now know about them?"

"My name is... was Cyrosia. Cyrosia Novaphex. And no, I was not always like this. I was once human, a Ranger in the Je'daii Order on Tython. After a Rakata ship crashed, the Council of Masters sent a small task force to scout different systems to determine the threat of these Rakata. We traveled to many worlds influenced by these Rakata and their Infinite Empire, but when we were ambushed by a Rakatan fleet above an unknown planet and taken prisoner." she pauses for a moment before composing herself.
"It would appear that I was... transformed... by them." Cyrosia's gaze moves past everyone, as if she was lost in her thoughts.