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{{Biography
|Character Type=PCPRC
|JoinY=204
|JoinM=07
|JoinD=10
|Retired=Yes
|Name=Alora Dys
Mass was smitten with Valeen, but he was a wise enough Ferengi not to sell the farm for the woman. It was all well and good to get latinum for the discovered weapons. Besides, Teerv said the woman wasn’t for sale for any amount latinum, he had enough money as it was. Just shy of completing the deal, Mass brought out some additional rifles, these being rather special...Jem’Hadar make, the real thing and in perfect working order. Teerv’s eyes widened in desire. A short haggle later and the Orion offered a pretty some of latinum. However, Mass wanted Valeen...in addition to the stated bars. Teerv was thinking it over; and to help persuade the Orion further, Mass offered a handful Romulan disrupter pistols as a friendly gesture. ‘Done’.
[[Metamorphosis_Metamorphosis -_2110421104.01|The baby (at that time, named Gloria, a.k.a. Dis) was born nine months later.]] Mass had failed to care as the gender of the child was found out to be a girl. He would have preferred that the pregnancy be terminated, but Valeen wanted it so he had acquiesced. To make things worse, the girl-child was ungainly even for a Ferengi. ‘What a disappointment.’ Mass said, and from then on ignored his hybrid daughter. Valeen seemed to care for the child however, and Mass’ work kept him busy so he accepted the small monetary burden and the greater ego deflating burden. He would try for a son next, and he’d use all of science and medical techniques to guarantee it! He was successful in this endeavor and Valeen managed to birth two sons in the next few years.
At two years old little Dis could speak in full sentences and had shown that she was very bright. She took no notice that she had worn no clothing for her short life. It was this time when Zreg would occasionally visit, offering a tidbits about various deals and economic trends, especially with the Federation being the focal point in subsequent wars. War was good for business. However at Zreg’s more advanced age, and having lost his wife of many years to an illness, and his own children ignoring him, he became rather fond of the little chatter box. As Mass never let the child out of the domicile, Zreg thought it wouldn’t hurt to communicate with her. She often asked about this rule or that, why was it okay to profit from family, why is gold-pressed latinum used for money and so on.
