Posted Feb. 20, 2019, 4:21 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Isabel Delaney (Security Officer) (Amber DeSadier)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Isabel Delaney (Security Officer) in Main Sim - Sunrise on Rura Penthe
Posted by Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (Weaver of Webs) in Main Sim - Sunrise on Rura Penthe
The sun rose slowly over Rura Penthe… or at least Ben thought the sun was rising by the gradual change from murky black to murky grey. Fifteen years he had been stuck here, blackmailed against his better judgement into performing genetic experiments for the late great Intendant B’Elanna of Ardana.At first being able to work with the DNA of a being like Kes had at least added some interest but it seemed such experiments had come to a hideous dead end. With the Intendant long gone he’d been left at the tender mercies of Rovan and for Rovan the fact that Ben was human was enough for the Ktarian to torment him. Only the steadying hand of his beau Alison had stopped Rovan from killing Ben long ago. For some reason Rovan didn’t lump Alison in with other humans citing that she was “different”. Rovan thought Ben was intentionally failing at his job… Rovan was right, partially.
The latest in a long line of “failures” was Liam Madison. Trying to continue the genetic experiments Rovan had found a new supplier, people who were experimenting with strange symbiotic creatures and Borg nanites. Following orders as “best he could” Ben had worked with these people to create Madison’s abilities, but the procedure whilst partially successful had unhinged the man and now he had had to be locked up because he was completely intractable and uncontrollable. Ben had never intended that side effect, it left him sleepless most nights thinking about it.
The door slammed open behind Ben shaking him out of his reverie. Rovan walked in looking very pleased with himself.
“Fresh meat” he said with a sneer.
Ben tried to keep the look off his face but failed and the Ktarian slammed him hard into the transparent aluminum of the window.
“None of that from you or you know what will happen to those you love… meat”.
Rovan always addressed him as “meat”, his way of belittling the human race as a whole. The Ktarian breezily continued.
“We’ve caught a break, hit one of the troop carriers of the new burgeoning alliance. Scored ourselves a whole family of nine, one red headed woman and her eight brothers. Bet you can’t wait to get your hands on a genetic sample like that, right doctor.”
Rovan was enjoying Ben’s discomfort but Ben couldn’t keep the fire from lighting up in his eyes.
“One day” his eyes were saying, “One day…”
to be continued…
Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist
OOC: Oh this will be fun! –Amber
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