Rennac Faintheart

The Endless Struggle

Dromun was most certainly NOT a Litharian by any meaning of the word, having visibly wet himself in fear as the wolkar had gone on and on like it was another day at the office. "I- I was just told to give them to some shadowy dude on the planet Felician! He seemed to be some reptilian looking dude! Shady as fuck but he paid me a ton of money. Just PLEASE don't kill me!" The Wolkar simply smiled and nodded. "Wish granted." A sudden pop was heard as a tranq dart shot from Rennac's gauntlet and sunk into the gun runner's neck, securing his hands to the crate with the foam before placing a blinking blue device next to the unconscious thug. "The local authorities will pick him up. Now we have our heading! By the way, good acting back there. Thought you sounded really sincere back when you called me insane." He was intentionally laying this one over the plate, seeing if the seemingly stuck up Litharian had enough humor to take the open jab at him.

The Endless Game

The Wolkar frigates and FERALs only conceeded to the idea of taking them alive simply for the sake of ensuring they would beg for death before the end would actually come, their desire to avenge their fallen brothers overriding their usual sense of calm and kindness. With good speed the FERALs were able to get close enough for their grenade rounds to do serious damage to the engines with the aim to cripple them, the armored mechs boarding and latching onto the ship before using their collective boosters to start pulling the slagged vessel back towards the station to be dealt with. While the Litharians were moving to non lethal ammunition to take one in alive, the Wolkar were using less... civilized ways to take them alive mostly. While a few were resorting to the immobilizing foam so they can be interrogated and executed publically, most just opted to use the retractable blades to hack off the legs of the enemies that they had successfully beaten to a bloody pulp and cauterizing the wounds with the flamethrower. If the Wolkar were more level headed they might have concluded to leave the crippled ones alive and let them go afterward so they could spend the rest of their lives as invalids. However, their traditions were clear. Those who attack the pack shall meet their end. And meet it they shall.

The Endless Struggle

Rennac smirked and nodded. "Good enough, least you'll have enough of an idea to follow my lead." The Wolkar led Reaper to the docks, soon finding the crook in question. He raised a hand as he got ready to bolt. "Take it easy, looking to get a nice upgrade for my blasters. I'm willing to pay top cred for the best." Placing the large bag of money in the window made the thug's eyes light up at the opportunity, smirking all the while. "Oh yes, please, please come on in! I am sure I can find something you will like. What is the problem you have with your current set? I may be able to find some nice mods to give them what you need." Rennac smiled happily and nodded. "How about like the blasters you were paid to 'lose' in your recent shipment. From the reports I get those were some VERy high quality weapons." The gun runner looked nervously and shook his head. "Oh come on now, like I could possibly get profit from dump- AAAH!" The gun runner stumbled back into a bunch of his own crates, the Wolkar's blaster smoking as well as a fresh hole in Dromun's leg. "See? No real punch to it. Just needs a bit more punch." The Wolkar straddled over the man intimidatingly, a sadistic look on his face. "Ok, so, tell us what we wanna know and you leave with just the one gunshot wound! Or was it two? Well, no more than six. But you walk out of here alive! Probably. Well, maybe. Actually, you know what, I probably shouldn't say for sure at this point 'cause he'll wanna break your fingers and who KNOWS what I'm gonna do to ya! So, anyway, you're gonna die, we get our info, and everybody's happy! Except you, the dead guy. And don't worry, unless we find them your family will be completely safe. But, full disclosure, we are actually REALLY good at finding people so just be thankful you wont live to see what happens to them!" Rennac had said that all with almost a tone of levity and joy. To the thug it would seem like the Wolkar was completely insane but Reaper would hopefully know this was just how Rennac ran an interrogation, quick, painful, and direct to the point.

The Endless Struggle

Rennac's grimace was palpable, reading through the reports. "Nothing directly to Klith, though you should read up on lucky number 7. Dromun-Keran: gun runner, wanted on several planets for arming rebel groups and even instigating a few wars himself. Got a hefty bounty on his head AND he seems to have lost a shipment of weapons though his bank account paints a very different picture. What say we go do a little 'shopping?'" With that look on Rennac's face it was clear he had a plan, donning his helmet and getting ready to head out. Before he opened the door he looked back at Reaper. "Though do tell me, do Litharians ever use the 'good cop, bad cop' routine for interrogation?"

The Endless Game

The Wolkar fleet was taking more punishment than the Litharians, namely the large cruiser which was the focus of the ship's assaults. THeir armor was already starting to buckle under the heavy barrages when hell seemed to start breaking loose. "Captain! We've got boarders on the ship! They just materialized someh-AAAH!" THe transmission was cut out by some sort of energy blast, the aged old wolf already hearing the battle outside of the bridge. "This ship may be lost, but like hell it will fall into their hands. All bridge crew abandon ship. I will take full control. Get to the escape pods immediately." The captain's words held a note of finality, the other wolkar not arguing and giving a solemn salute before they went to the pods. With the captain directly connected to all the ship systems he took the cruiser's weapons offline and redirected all power to the shields and engines, his ship lurching forward with a fresh burst of speed and began to close on the enemy vessels. "Computer, initiate automated self destruct. Authorization Beta-zero-charlie-seven. Initiate with a one minute delay." The screens onboard all turned an eerie red with the timer counting down, the Captain raising the PA microphone and patching it into the Comms array broadcasting to all channels. "This is Captain Marchok of the Wolkar Exploration cruiser Ker'ra. To whoever had dared to attack us, I tell you this: You have assaulted an exploration and relief effort investigating a distress call from YOUR station. However, when we come here seeking knowledge of a new people and to bring you aid and medicine, you spurn us by attacking civilians! Doctors and engineers, and technicians who have never seen the battlefield until you chose them as a target, slaughtering those who only sought to help you! To those honorless nikriin who would attack a relief effort: This is from the pack! Aal hi liivor mahfaeraak ko ausul!!" As soon as the cruiser had gotten between two of the enemy ships the center of the cruiser seemed to violently rupture, exploding out with incredible force that would threaten to obliterate the two ships it was next to and likely do harm to the other two remaining. On the frigates and the station, the Wolkar listened to the broadcast final words, snarls growing from their throats and tears of loss in their eyes. Those on the ships renewed their assault, growing more bold and almost reckless as they cared almost nothing for their own lives at that point. All that mattered was killing the enemies that were remaining. Those on the station soon found their own prey, the soldiers still onboard practically throwing themselves directly at the armored enemies with abandon. They punched and sliced and burned without clear thought or reason, running solely on rage and instinct as a few even removed their helmets and sank their teeth into the necks of those they fought. It was a display the Litharians would find courageous if they were not appalled by the sheer ferocity and brutality shown.

The Endless Struggle

Rennac chuckled and shook his head, finding some humor in the Litharian's woes. "Look at it this way. All the filth is actually improving your immune system so you will have less to worry about from filth from now on. People from this planet are infamous for having an iron clad constitution. Think some Wolkar scientists came here and found a vaccine for some esoteric disease by taking white blood cell samples from the populace. Yes, this place actually contributed to STOPPING disease, as hard to believe as that is." Speaking of, the datapad was slipped through the door and landed with a thump on the floor, Rennac smiling and picking it up. "Good news, we got our info. Lets see what dear little Ketra managed to get from the triad and mafia's databases."

The Endless Struggle

Rennac's chuckling subsided as he felt Reaper hold his arm in place, clearly wanting him to keep spraying. He kept going for a time before turning to Reaper. At this point he was growing legitimately concerned that Reaper suffered from a form of OCD. "You mind? I love overkill as much as the next hunter, but I'd like to still have some foam left for bringing Klith in."

The Endless Struggle

Rennac removed his helmet and set it aside, moving a bit closer to the specific corner and giving it a liberal coating of the foam. True, Ketra won't be thrilled, but he could clean it up easily enough. "Heh, what? You biased against the dirt here? WHat makes it different from the filth on your world? What are ya, a filthist?" The smirk on Rennac's face showed he was just teasing, passing time until they got their list of leads. Though it was mostly random bounties, a good number were likely contacts and arms dealers Klith would logically contact should he try to hire protection or try and get his own operation set up.

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Rennac couldn't help but chuckle seeing the Litharian trying to find a clean spot for his weapon, shaking his head at the request. "My armor's gear only works when it's attached. Lets me clean them easily while keeping marks from trying to take pieces off and fire them at me. Just point to a spot you like and I'll cover the spot. Though I am surprised a bit of filth is enough to wig you out. True, don't exactly enjoy it myself, though it apparently doesn't annoy me as it does you."

The Endless Struggle

Rennac chuckled at the complaint, nodding. "Not a five star hotel, but it is the best spot to gather info. She may not look it, but that drug addicted lizard knows how to find intel. Thats the main reason this is a typical hunter resting spot. And if she can find our man, she'll have earned what we would pay at one of those stuffy high rate hotels easily. Also, the only major hotels here are attached to casinos. Those are filthy for a whole different reason." They soon got to their rooms and took a look inside. At the very least it seemed like there was an effort to keep this one clean. Another chuckle came from under Rennac's helm. "Heh, you're in luck though. Seems Ketra is still trying to impress me enough to run away with her. Just in case though, better to sleep with your armor on."