She nods. "You must have heard about Orion Tech by now, right? Hell, you've got one of their plasma cannons in your cargo hold. Good find, by the way. Anyway, these bastards, they were running secret projects and shit. That vessel was one of five, and all four were never heard from again. They had the scientists on board develop the stuff they needed, and as soon as they weren't needed anymore... Boom. The ships would mysteriously explode and a phony investigation would be launched that never found a reason why they exploded. And this was three hundred years ago. Since then, OT has gone into the shadows, still researching things like that, and now has a whole troupe of people in its pockets. These guys fund them, send them lab rats, and cover up everything they do. What I'm worried about is Project Syren. It's a drug that my grandmother was assigned to develop. It was basically an aerosol that could be released into a population at large. It could also be mixed into food and drink. The basic thing it does is make the people more docile. More likely to ignore bad things. Hence the name Syren. They only see the good things, and completely ignore the fact that OT is taking over entire worlds, planets, cultures, razing them to the ground, and building megastructures and factories to power their own twisted machinations. So yeah. I'm fighting them. Oh, and that guy Valarr? He may have been a hijacker, but he started working for us when he found out what OT was up to. And it was better he committed suicide than go to their interrogators. They would have made him spill the beans in minutes. All they'd have to do is use some drug or the other." She says, sighing and dropping her head into her hands.
