It had been about a week since I'd embarassed the locals at their hick obstacle course, and using the clout that little stunt had earned me, gained entry into the University itself. The same type of stratification presented itself here, with hunters, adventurers, and students mingling as they went about their business. I ingratiated myself with the chemistry department, but soon found their imaginations to be limited and dry. None were practitioners of the theory of perfection, or had much to say on anything unique to Kraw.
I found what I was looking for in the Native Xenology department. Here were scientista made of more sturdy stuff, required for wrestling live specimens onto exam tables. One day I was able to observe an autopsy of a large reptilian winged creature, the long beak lined with razor teeth for gripping prey as it smashed through the treeline. The xenologists were all bursting with excitement as the thing was deconstructed bit by bit, until by the end of it I had a very neat copy of their initial reports on the anatomy and phenotype of the reptile bird, or "struthy" as it was dubbed.
After a few more days of being a presence in their endeavors, I waited until what was deemed a venemous creature was brought in, and requeated special access to the team due to my vast biochemical background. I was easily welcomed and then proceeded to gather samples of the creature's venom for my own work.
I was able to find an unused room and set up a small mobile lab using the supplies from my ATV and the community supply store to replenish my personal stock of Nox Gas and repair my containment rig. Days began to slide by as I continued working with the Xenology department, studying the poisonous fauna, and studying the various venoms and toxins of this living world. But of course, all of this research and preparation was only in service of finding an expedition into the jungles to co-opt.
There was a power, deep in the jungle, and one I intended to claim as a prospective student and acolyte of Death.
I found what I was looking for in the Native Xenology department. Here were scientista made of more sturdy stuff, required for wrestling live specimens onto exam tables. One day I was able to observe an autopsy of a large reptilian winged creature, the long beak lined with razor teeth for gripping prey as it smashed through the treeline. The xenologists were all bursting with excitement as the thing was deconstructed bit by bit, until by the end of it I had a very neat copy of their initial reports on the anatomy and phenotype of the reptile bird, or "struthy" as it was dubbed.
After a few more days of being a presence in their endeavors, I waited until what was deemed a venemous creature was brought in, and requeated special access to the team due to my vast biochemical background. I was easily welcomed and then proceeded to gather samples of the creature's venom for my own work.
I was able to find an unused room and set up a small mobile lab using the supplies from my ATV and the community supply store to replenish my personal stock of Nox Gas and repair my containment rig. Days began to slide by as I continued working with the Xenology department, studying the poisonous fauna, and studying the various venoms and toxins of this living world. But of course, all of this research and preparation was only in service of finding an expedition into the jungles to co-opt.
There was a power, deep in the jungle, and one I intended to claim as a prospective student and acolyte of Death.