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You are Joseph Schloibs.

Born to the Kuldotha clan, you've had a penchant for experimentation and chemistry since you were young.

Eventually, your curiosity grew beyond what your birth planet could afford you in terms of materials, information, and willing assistants.

Throughout the years of your life, you've drifted from planet to planet, typically leaving to avoid the authorities when they caught wind of your activities or to avoid the various enemies you'd made along the way.

For the last few years, you had been settled on GTSF Planet B7, making a name for yourself as someone who could provide solutions to whatever problems people brought to you- for a price. Of course, you also had side ventures- counterfeiting weapons, technology, and continuing interest in chemistry.

Most recently, you had been selling counterfeit guns based on a popular line of hand-built, limited production models from Auran Corp. Your knockoffs weren't the best quality, but more than enough to fool the idiots in the market for such weapons. The funds with these sales, alongside odd jobs, had funded your research and acquisition of the chemicals and reagents needed to develop what would truly put your name in history: a way to resurrect the recently dead without the need for a Soulherder of The First or one of the Machine Orders' involvement. So far you had been rather unsuccessful. You'd of course been doing trials and tests- the occasional person off the streets, a contract employee who suffered an accident, really any body you could get your hands on was fair game. Time since death was incredibly important, oftentimes you had only a few hours before attempting to revive someone either didn't work at all or had horrific side effects. The best results always came from attempting resurrection within minutes of death. Even when you could get the body running again and all vitals looking normal, it was difficult to keep the person's psyche intact. Dying, at least for the people you could get, tended to be traumatic in a way your chemical concoction couldn't fix.

There was only a single case where everything seemed to go perfect. A fresh body, only minutes after death. A death they hadn't seen coming- no fear or terror in them, just there one moment and gone the next. Minimal physical damage- you wouldn't need to reassemble them first or perform surgery to address whatever internal issues had lead to their untimely end. When injected with the proper mix of chemicals, left chilled to the proper temperature, the proper current and mechanical manipulations to restart blood flow...they came back. Surprised, disoriented, their body utterly exhausted, but seemingly intact.

You're sure that if you could get it right once, you could do it again. With a few tweaks to your process... perhaps even on less ideal patients.