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Nathan Gandrak sits at his overly massive wooden desk despite the metal and plastic dominated grey room, he is working away over his computer with its holographic interface and screen. As the glow from the wall of more solid monitors hit his shaven head from behind, one square showing the movements of many of the alien creatures kept within the enclosure of the zoo that bears his last name. He is a man in his 40's and time has not done well for his head, while he decided to counter that with a goatee showing a hint of ginger in its brown...only confusing the matter of his original hair colour.
He sits back from hovering backlit text and adjusts in his "leather" chair to better lie back in his stiff collared suit of a most exotic scaled "leather" pondering over what to do. As the owner he has pretty much just been wasting his time going over small details. Typo in the accounts, someones name has one less umlaut in the database than their historical records show. Anything to keep himself busy its that or he bothers its employees and those are far more snippy than a database.
He swings around in his chair to take view of the many beast's he has collected. He feel's that he long accomplished his goal to pick up his favoured and more interesting creatures of the known galaxy which is very small as it stands, colonial expansions for humans has hut a bit of a slowdown in recent years. Something that requires either tactile diplomacy or a more powerful military to get more territory. Yet even this disappoints Gandrak. He lets out an audible huff as he knows that will not help HIM!. He already has paid a lot and had many smugglers traffik the some 200 creatures in this "Alien Zoo" over all borders. Many of the creatures have been held within the zoo for 20 years and no new additions in at least 15 years. As it turns out these numbers are a drop in the hat as humans are one of the quicker lived beings.
With this novelty wearing down he needs something to take to do He needs something new!
He sits back from hovering backlit text and adjusts in his "leather" chair to better lie back in his stiff collared suit of a most exotic scaled "leather" pondering over what to do. As the owner he has pretty much just been wasting his time going over small details. Typo in the accounts, someones name has one less umlaut in the database than their historical records show. Anything to keep himself busy its that or he bothers its employees and those are far more snippy than a database.
He swings around in his chair to take view of the many beast's he has collected. He feel's that he long accomplished his goal to pick up his favoured and more interesting creatures of the known galaxy which is very small as it stands, colonial expansions for humans has hut a bit of a slowdown in recent years. Something that requires either tactile diplomacy or a more powerful military to get more territory. Yet even this disappoints Gandrak. He lets out an audible huff as he knows that will not help HIM!. He already has paid a lot and had many smugglers traffik the some 200 creatures in this "Alien Zoo" over all borders. Many of the creatures have been held within the zoo for 20 years and no new additions in at least 15 years. As it turns out these numbers are a drop in the hat as humans are one of the quicker lived beings.
With this novelty wearing down he needs something to take to do He needs something new!