The captain listened to the Mekhar, ok maybe he was wrong. The Mekhar did see, and did nothing to ease their suffering. He wasnt sure what was worse. The Mekhar allowing the suffering to continue while they watched whole planets burn and do nothing, or his first thought that they simply didnt know. Either way the Mekhar where infuriating, he was half tempted to turn his guns on the ship and blast them until they gave up the tech, or he could pick it from their burning wreck. That was a bad idea he was sure, so he patiently waited and listend. 

"Gargan, are you truly ready to bear the weight of our knowledge, even if it could mean the end of every sentient life in this galaxy if it falls into the wrong hands? Will you alone, decide the faith of every other race that suffers under the humans tyrannic rule?"
"Are you willing to take all that responsibility alone?"

"how... can you, the Mekhar, not see this! It doesn't matter if we Gargan or these creatures" he says waving a hand at the Rarian minotaur bending the barrel of a tank "are ready to bear the weight of such power, the human beings have been purging Xeno life from their galaxy, you are not far behind. if you do not help us NOW! there will be nobody left to help save you from fleet after fleet grinding you all to dust. If you could have you would have pushed the Humans back out of this Galaxy already... No we will not be alone in the responsibility, we will recruit help whoever will help us. We are not stupid enough to fight the humans alone. Every Xenos willing to join us will help burn the human empire to the ground and form a mighty alliance. You can either assist us with what you can or you can hide behind your borders and watch species after species burn beneath the human Empire and you know you could have helped save us."

The captain finished, he said his peace. If the Mekhar did not give him what he was after he would return to the General and request a small raid fleet and start Pirate operations against the Mekhar too until they stole the technology they needed. He was loath to do it, but they where pissing him off it was getting easier each time they said something stupid that pushed every Xenos closer to extinction. He sat back down in his command chair and watched the screens for a reply 
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[h2]Deep Interstellar Space[/h2]

The Gargan main battle group sat near an ion storm cloud in deep space, light years from any star. The civilian ships where also close to the storm, making food and constructing a few frigates and cruisers. They would be stuck near the storm for a few weeks while the ships where constructed. The main battle fleet sent out raids against any human transport. Over the last week they took 4 transports and destroyed 8 escort ships while only losing 1 destroyer, It was a good week. Their hope for victory was off deep into Mekhar space, but even if they did say no they where going to fight the Empire to the last. 
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[h2] Empire Trade Lane [/h2]
A group of transports carrying arms and munitions drops from FTL in the vicinity of a huge red giant. They sit waiting for their FTL dives to charge and make the next leg of the journey. Before their engines where cooled down from the last jump dozens of Gargan ships dropped into the space above them and within range, even before the human ships have realized the danger the Gargan are plotting firing solutions, when the first transmissions of the problem are sent to the escort ships the first volley of missiles, rail slugs and drones have launched and within a moment had destroyed the majority of the escort ships. Those that survived tried to flee, but the Gargan frigates where prepared and chased them down, hammering their engines with heavy rails. Each transport and the ships that where disabled surrendered, Which Argas accepts. In moments the ships are taken by Gargan marines and a few engineers on the disabled ships, debating if they should repair and steal the whole ship or strip the useful bits. While The engineers sorted things out each human was either shot or launched into space without a suit. 

They decided to steal the transports with full racks of Imperial guns and ammunition and one of the least damaged frigate escorts. They repaired the ship quickly and got it out of easy range of the shipping lanes. Examining the logs the planet with "Rarians" would have some under armed soldiers for a few weeks until the next transport got there. Probably wouldn't make a significant difference but its an extra headache for those in command there.