Primordial Perfection

[Moberg]

The room was bathed in a faint green glow. Whispers of machines, the tools that make humans superior and capable of living like this at all, slowly find their way into the ever so vigilant ears of the Rheinlander Ernst Reinhardt.
Words and numbers, mostly incomprehensible to amateurs, rushed from one end of the small datapad he is holding to another. A frown adumbrates on his face, his expression getting more grim with each line disappearing at the top of the screen. With the click of a button, the contents of the datapad get transferred towards the bigger screen at the opposite site of the room.
The atmosphere thickens, and the Rheinlander radiates frustration. The results from the Baffin group, A-1-1 and A-1-2 arrived.
Fluorescent letters on the screen bathed the laboratory into a hostile red, revealing what Ernst expected, but was afraid of happening.

[Failure]

It appears that the organisms from Baffin were not suitable. These certainly tried to avoid too much heat, and could not adapt.to sudden changes. Failure, it once again echoed in his head. It is, however, quite enjoyable that a group of the Commonwealth, including him, already got new samples from a different position.
This time, it led them to a point beyond Omicron Alpha, to hostile regions where more agressive samples reside, parasites longing after your very ship, and most certainly even for yourself, into the grasp of a planet that has, in his opinion, an unfitting name, as it certainly does not appear to be an isle of the blessed.
His opinion could however change if those samples prove to be just perfect for his plans.

He moved away from the screen, and towards the adaptive environment simulator that kept the harmful organisms alive. It was a rather unfortunate turn of events that his experiments - so far - did not go the way he would want them to go, but he already predicted that they would most likely not be suitable. Baffin is not a hostile system, at all, and harsh conditions are rather unmet. These samples are, in theory, more suitable going by that logic.

He repeated the same procedure as before, attempting to turn them into more resistant & lethal parasites, marking them as B-1-1 and B-1-2. After a few of the modified group were done, he cultivated their reproduction, to highly increase their number using more tools, with resemblance to a simple breeding box, the technology that advanced throughout the years veiled by its simple appearance and the clean white hull.

Let's hope they'll make it past the R.O.A.S.T (Realization Of Artificially Simulated Temperatures) test, which is basically to take bacon and the organisms, put them on a grill, then attach said grill to the front of your ship and fly to the edge of the suns corona. As soon as the bacon has the perfect colour, you get back to the station and examine the samples. If all goes well, you now have hopefully positive results for the heat resistance and, of course, delicious bacon for breakfast. As soon as enough of the organisms have reproduced, to fully integrate the imported strains into their own genetical code over the shortlived generations of the organisms, Ernst is going to take them on a ride towards the bright Tau-37 sun.

As soon as there are good results ready to be presented for Achille, he will induct him fully into his plans aswell. He is not sure whether he requires assistance of others in the research wing yet, but that will sure show with a little more progress.

For further experiments, there are still more methods and locations required ..
Should the current samples survive the suns embrace, the next step would be to survive extremely cool temperatures. Remembering his childhood in Rheinland very well, he is quite certain that their planets are quite suitable concerning extremely cold temperatures.
Then, there are of course the test on humans. They'd need to get some subjects, which will be quite difficult, considering that nobody would like to volunteer for lethal parasites.

He attempted to grab a beer from the side, but found that there are none left. "Why is there no beer left?"
The room was bathed in red light once again, with more fluorescent letters appearing on screen.

[ALERT: NO BEER DETECTED]

Ernst sighed. "Thanks, Sherlock.", he said and left to the bar.