MSNPC Onzion Reence - So Many Plans
Jamie LeBlanc
(( Orion Marauder Corsair - Bridge ))
Onzion Reence didn’t love the extra precautions they needed to take. Apparently people were talking about his power cores and apparently they were being traded in Federation space and the Klingon empire, and apparently that made great aunty Wora was upset and said he needed to be very careful because she didn’t want Starfleet or the Klingons sniffing around.
Why couldn’t they all be like the Romulans and just not care (unless it came right to their homeworld)? He was far outside either Klingon or Federation territory.
He wanted to go back to the planet, let his slaves keep making cores and get back to his experiments with mixing technology with bio-engineering.
Nysari: =/\= My love... another ship has arrived... they have made no moves yet. =/\=
He looked up, broken from his reverie of anxious pacing by the dulcet tones of his lover. Oh, Nysari, how she could calm his temper.
Onzion straightened up. He was wiry for an Orion male, still muscular though. His place in the direct family line of the house allowed him to grow his hair, and so he did. He was vain about it, keeping it styled in soft black curls that framed his chiseled green jaw.
Reence: =/\= Another ship? =/\=
They could be here to shop – that was the most common. But both Onzion and Nysari were on guard since the incident with the Klingon ship…
Two weeks ago a cloaked old B’Rel class warbird full of hot young Klingon warriors seeking to win bonus honor points from that miserable councilor Dempok set the mines off. Got close enough to the Corsair that they got some pot shots off, too. Enough to scar the hull plating and damage the engines.
Of course Nysari and the minefield won in the end. The Klingons were driven down to the planet to become food for Onzion’s newest pets.
If the Temurians were good, Onzion would let them scavenge the remains of the gutted B’Rel warbird after Nysari was done with it.
Nysari: =/\= I shall deal with them swiftly if they attempt to land on the planet. =/\=
Reence: =/\= If they land my pets will feast upon their bones and we will scavenge their ship for cargo and profit. Someday we will take them to the stars. =/\=
Nysari: =/\= Yes my love.... we'll continue to spread your lovely creations. =/\=
Reence: =/\= I look forward to that day, my love! =/\=
He truly did. The day when the Reence could stop hiding in the shadows and be heralded as the geniuses they were. So much better than the Saan who used to control this area, and Simri before them.
Nysari: =/\= ?
Reence: =/\= If they are just here to shop then I will stay here. I’m working on plans for a new pet and trying to figure out an automated feeder for the big one. Otherwise we’ll have a very difficult time transporting it. =/\=
Nysari: =/\= ?
Reence: =/\= That is true, the hope is to find a way to make the genetic programming efficacious on indigenous lifeforms. Then the planets will do the work for us. =/\=
Nysari: =/\= ?
Onzion and Nysari had spent many loving hours enjoying each other’s presence and talking about which systems to take over first. There was a lot of risk/reward to consider. The Romulans would turn a blind eye until you made one move that threatened their security and then find a way to destroy you from the inside. The Klingons would take any excuse for war and throw warriors at the problem. The Gorn would consider this a tactical affront and started a military campaign. And the Federation? Starfleet was not the most aggressive opponent, but they were the most tenacious.
Reence: =/\= I’m not sure. But with that Klingon incursion, I’m rather tempted to test this on some targs next. =/\=
This meaning his genetically engineered ‘animal enhancer’
The hope was if he engineered it correctly it would turn an animal into a large, violent version of said animal. But if he was incorrect he would just have a dead animal.
And getting test subjects was rather difficult.
Nysari: =/\= ?
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tags/tbc
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MSNPC Onzion Reence
Genetic Engineer
~Julian Beck
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