Blackthorne
She of the Trillion Thorns
Wildlands Game Reserve
Zone 6 - Underground Labs
"You've mutated it beyond control. My Beast Masters are not responsible for what you create in this lab."
"They are Beast Masters, are they not?"
"Only in the traditional sense," pale eyes watched a muddled, grotesque creature behind the film of an containment shield, narrowed in a mixture of mild disgust and intrigue, "they do not possess the powers required to control this ... thing you've made."
"The arrangement between Arctis and the Beastiary is to provide handlers for the beasts-"
"That the Beastiary provides!" A gloved hand shot out, grasping the alien Scientist by the front of his lab coat and hoisting him off the ground. Historically speaking the Scientists did not communicate nor even see the provider of their beasts - that was beyond their purview. Today had been a rare and scary exception given circumstances falling beyond their control. They were here to clone the beasts, to make them more dangerous and challenging to hunt, to increase the risk and reward of the game - not to talk. That was [member="Maleagant"]'s job when necessity arose, but he wasn't here at the present time.
"My people are not here to clean up your mess," the words matched the acidity of the gaze the Scientist presently wilted under, "if you cannot handle the creation, then dispose of it and start over. Last I heard this was not a Sithspawn breeding facility."
"Well, technically, the Terentateks are Sithsp-"
KZZZZT
The containment field fizzled as Blackthorne shoved the man against it, rousing the interest of the beast inside that immediately moved to attack. Several seconds of flailing and screeching and revered gasps of onlookers passed before he fell to the ground and the creature lurched back into the corner of its chamber.
The Scientist looked up, smoke rising from his jacket as the woman stepped over him, his eyes robust and protruding.
"I hope I've made myself clear..."
"Perfectly, Captain."
She stepped into an open lift and disappeared from sight.
"Boss is here," said a Syndicate goon waiting for her inside the lift, "he wants to speak with you."
"Oh good," Dahl quietly adjusted her leather coat, "just in time for lunch."
[member="Maleagant"]
Zone 6 - Underground Labs
"You've mutated it beyond control. My Beast Masters are not responsible for what you create in this lab."
"They are Beast Masters, are they not?"
"Only in the traditional sense," pale eyes watched a muddled, grotesque creature behind the film of an containment shield, narrowed in a mixture of mild disgust and intrigue, "they do not possess the powers required to control this ... thing you've made."
"The arrangement between Arctis and the Beastiary is to provide handlers for the beasts-"
"That the Beastiary provides!" A gloved hand shot out, grasping the alien Scientist by the front of his lab coat and hoisting him off the ground. Historically speaking the Scientists did not communicate nor even see the provider of their beasts - that was beyond their purview. Today had been a rare and scary exception given circumstances falling beyond their control. They were here to clone the beasts, to make them more dangerous and challenging to hunt, to increase the risk and reward of the game - not to talk. That was [member="Maleagant"]'s job when necessity arose, but he wasn't here at the present time.
"My people are not here to clean up your mess," the words matched the acidity of the gaze the Scientist presently wilted under, "if you cannot handle the creation, then dispose of it and start over. Last I heard this was not a Sithspawn breeding facility."
"Well, technically, the Terentateks are Sithsp-"
KZZZZT
The containment field fizzled as Blackthorne shoved the man against it, rousing the interest of the beast inside that immediately moved to attack. Several seconds of flailing and screeching and revered gasps of onlookers passed before he fell to the ground and the creature lurched back into the corner of its chamber.
The Scientist looked up, smoke rising from his jacket as the woman stepped over him, his eyes robust and protruding.
"I hope I've made myself clear..."
"Perfectly, Captain."
She stepped into an open lift and disappeared from sight.
"Boss is here," said a Syndicate goon waiting for her inside the lift, "he wants to speak with you."
"Oh good," Dahl quietly adjusted her leather coat, "just in time for lunch."
[member="Maleagant"]