MSNPC Onzion Reence - Fly Away
Jamie LeBlanc
(( Bridge – The IKS “Commandeered” ))
Onzion Reence was in now, way shape or form above revenge. In fact he considered revenge to be a sweet, fragrant dessert of an idea. Like an ice cream kiss to the brain – no wonder some languages called it ‘just desserts’
Reence: A name. Names. I want to know who these people are. If I can get a name I can make a surgical plan for revenge.
Her eyes lit up in that way that thrilled him and he leaned closer as she spoke.
Nysari: Oh you know just how to woo a lady...
Reence: Or at the very least who to avoid, look out for and have assassinated if they start snooping around.
He was full of fire and energy – energy that he usually focused towards his experiments. In fact Auntie Wora had always told him that he was too focused on his experiments and needed more passion for other things.
Well, the other things she meant were profits and the glory of the Reence clan. However Onzion did have passion, and that passion was standing before him.
Nysari: You aren't often like this, my love. Why now?
Reence: Oh you know, my love, had them come after me I would not be so angry. But they came after you, and therefore I must destroy them!
She moved to his side, leaning in to give him a kiss. His heart thrilled at the gesture and he took in a breath to still his burning desire to protect her as he listened to her words.
Nysari: We must, my love. You would not deprive me of my own revenge, now would you?
Reence: I would not. In fact, I would orchestrate a beautiful ambush and then watch, enraptured, as you charged ahead to take the killing blow.
She grinned, and graced him with her beautiful laugh before she took her command chair, and with a spin tugged him down to join her.
Onzion was tall, lean and wiry in build – which was not perfect for a bodyguard or imposing Orion tyrant, but it was perfect for a conniving mastermind, scientist – and incidentally, perfect for snuggling up to his beautiful, powerful Orion love.
Nysari: Good... because I have the thing you want.
His green eyes widened and sparkled.
Reence: you do?
She leaned closer to whisper in his ear.
Nysari: The Captain gave me his name before the Corsair was destroyed. I taunted him...
Once again he felt a thrill go through him.
Reence: Oh, please tell!
Nysari: Foster. His name is Foster.
Onzion considered this. It sounded common. Oddly common.
But, if he was in command of a ship, he had to be someone of some importance. Likely ranked – in Starfleet. And in the Trinity sector. That narrowed it down. All he had to do was cross check with the intelligence they already had.
And in the worst case scenario barter with the Romulans who seemed to always know everything.
Reence: Brilliant my love. That’s enough to start searching. We will find him and his cohorts. We will trap him. We will exact our revenge!
Nysari: ?
Onzion: I think we have pressed our luck enough for today. Let us fly away. Lick our wounds. Rebuild stronger and wiser.
Nysari: ?
He smiled, one last smile and returned a kiss to her.
Onzion: Always, my love.
Nysari: ?
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tags/tbc
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OOC – good place to end (for now!)?
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MSNPC Onzion Reence
Genetic Engineer, Evil Mastermind, Hopeless Romantic
~Julian Beck
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