"Then I'll need a couple hundred colony planets. Maybe the orcs'll want to help. ...if we put them somewhere where they don't have the Force, are they likely to be worse or better?"

"They will be easier to manage, but worse off psychologically. I would be quite interested to know how you intend to arrange that."

"Most powers have adjacency limits. I do not know if yours does but if it does, then anywhere outside your dimensional neighborhood will qualify. I quite understand if you don't want to test, but if you do we can hop out and check - if not I expect I can convince Fienus -"

"I will go."

"Thanks!" Hop hop - "This is Warp, we're out of your neighborhood, still have it?"

Occlus gestures at a nearby crate. It rises off the floor and spins before gently settling back down.

"Yes."

And back home. "Thank you very much! In that case all the methods of taking it away from them would be a hassle and since it will stress them out anyway, probably not worth it."

"It would be much easier to kill them all."

"Oh, trust me, I'm tempted."

"Do you require anything else from me?"

"Nope. Thanks for your time." And holocronwards.

Occlus returns to her work cataloging second-period Heseora.

A trail of lighted corridors leads Maitimo's way to Fienus's room.

He activates the holocron. "Hello?"

Cowled distant Sith - 

"Spectating or do you have anything interesting to talk about?"

"Do you happen to know how close to your creator's death you were created?"

"How would I? How did you access this?"

"I'm your son."

"How colossally disappointing."

After an hour he bounces back to tell the peal that Fienus is not going to be a problem.

Then he will come and wake him up!

Darth Fienus finds the tail objectionable and throws his resurrector across the room; he would like an explanation, please, and is given one, and would like to go to Space and learn about the work his alts are doing and take all his notes and work with him, is that acceptable?

That is acceptable. 

He can join his Space alts for the time being. Occlus is notified that Fienus is off with all his magic items but is pleased they were kept in good conditions and is happy to let someone intelligent look at them and work with them occasionally.

Occlus had already steeled herself to the loss of his artifacts, she offers no complaint.

She suggests to Fienus that they ought to look at improving his Silmarils together at some point. Based on what she has extrapolated of their making, she has some ideas as to how her greater raw strength in the Force could aid the process.

He responds with technical nitpicks for a while and then says he'd be happy to bring them back to give some particularly promising angles a try.

Her schedule is quite flexible. At his convenience.

He drops by. "Have you visited the dimension called 'Space' in spite of the total failure of that nickname to disambiguate at all between the vast majority of known dimensions?  Interesting group of people, if rather meddlesome. What should we start with?"