Scientific Data Log 1.1

[Grishal]

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Greetings my brothers and sisters in arms. It occurs to me that perhaps my last transmission was a little too... forward, for some. I thought this time around before I delve into my research results I would properly introduce myself! My full name is Sir William Barnaby Grishal Tiberius Archimedes VII. But my friends call me Grish for short. You see I was born on the planet Grismara many decades ago, I was there when Lazarin completed his Everlife Elixir. I was also one of the ones in charge of cleaning up his mess! As you can probably tell from my last transmission I hate the Dominion scum ever so much. You see I was part of an underground rescue network attempting to smuggle sick Mordesh past the Dominion blockade of Grismara so they could receive treatment. I was also a fairly well know firearms manufacturer. The Dominion swine shut down my operations when they discovered that I had infiltrated the ranks of the Dominion boot camp on Grismara and was using my security clearance to smuggle food, supplies and guns off planet to arm the others fighting the Dominion at the time such as the Aurin. Since my last transmission a squad of Chua raided my secret lab in neutral space leaving me homeless, as well as very... VERY angry! I have modified my body to the fullest extent of cybernetics technology and I am now asking to join you in the fight on Nexus if you'll have me!

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As I am sure that this transmission will make it into Dominion hands I have created a special section just for you! It seems we got off on the wrong foot, but alas, because you impudent fools have fired the first shot by raiding my personal lab I have no choice but to retaliate. It comes to my attention that a traitor to the Exiles Grievance Squadron is now leading a Dominion task force. Sadly you aren't as anonymous as you had hoped. I found the data log of your orders on your Chua assassins... Kannon. Let me assure you that on this day you and your arrogant self righteous ilk have made an enemy of a magnitude you can't possible comprehend! I have already "Reconfigured", four of the five Chuas. They have helped me create a very special set of sock monkeys filled to bursting with explosives and an air born variant of the failed Everlife Elixir. I have already dispatched them to four random Dominion home worlds, and I do hope you find them in time... *Maniacal Laughter*

I bet you are wondering what happened to the commander of your little rag tag rodent squadron aren't you? Well you see it is kind of a long story I *Oven Timer Beeps*... Oh dear! It appears our time is up, you see I am hosting a pre-Nexus dinner party for some of the Grievance Exiles and it would be simply improper of me to not have dinner on the table before they arrive, toodles! *Maniacal Laughter*

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[Raille]

Have you considered using your scientific skills for a real career? Maybe as an employee of D.R.E.D.? There is only an 85% chance of death and the knowledge that you may be the one to discover the best way to remove Aurin from ones boot.

[Nionya]

Have you considered using your scientific skills for a real career? Maybe as an employee of D.R.E.D.? There is only an 85% chance of death and the knowledge that you may be the one to discover the best way to remove Aurin from ones boot.

Ummm excuse me....there will be no Aurin on your boots.. If anything...you will be too busy cleaning up all tiny pellets that your rodent friends are leaving all over Nexus...Oh, and also cleaning up all of the space debris they love to shred up...

Also, you know, rodents have a very high percentage of carrying rabies. YOu better get innoculated.