He raised one hand to still the deluge of information Dunnaman was providing. Confusion was etched on his face, but also satisfaction.

“That’s enough.” Fury couldn’t quite understand why someone willing to destroy their own ability to escape in order to protect something would have then volunteered so much useful information in pinpointing his saviour’s location. Perhaps he was blissfully unaware of just what Fury was capable of with the Angar-Ryllan behind him. With such information of the race’s biology, and more importantly the key markers for their solar system, even some of the more average scouts in the Empire could find them. Find them and take this powerful metal for their own. That was beyond Fury’s concern though, for he had asked his question with a far different aim in mind. It was uncertain if he would even divulge the information to the Empire.

This creature before him spoke of a race far different from that which Kanitah belonged to, at least in regards to the reptiles. It was possible the mammals could be related to the warrior’s people, but unlikely now. Which begged the question, if not the tech he was outfitted with, what was this creature’s connection with Kanitah? 

His eyes drew downwards, gazing at the brutal mark of a long passed wounding on the creature’s chest. For the first time he really took it in, disbelief etching his features. He had seen it before, he was sure of it. He asked his question suddenly, trying with his stunted empathy to read the creature’s face as he did so. 

“Do you know a man named Kanitah?”