Hello Stranga': Malefactor Quest

[Retane]

The young mercenary's heart was pounding, his breath was heavy with shock and his eyes were wide in disbelief. He had low brownhair, and was dressed in black battle fatigues. He reached in the direction of his waist after a few seconds of realizing the predicament he had been placed in.

Retane's eyes were faster then the boys hands and saw on his hip was a side arm and combat knife, both buttoned up. There were small pocket like pouches, probably with small trinkets, maybe even a small warning device. The Emerald Warrior had to wonder for a split second if this man really had to die. Did he think he could reach for something buttoned up and retreive it in time, before the blade pierced his neck with Retane staying off the hand before he could use it? Perhaps the mercnary was scared and fear had driven this to be his first action. It couldn't have been instict, because he would have never have hesitated and waited so many seconds.

The Namekian reached for the hand, with the one not covering his mouth. The Lythian had dropped a knee to the forearm of the man's other hand sto pin it down from moving. Retane's hand snapped closed around the targets' wrist, and yanked the arm upwards, above his hand to pin it down. He seemed tobe going for the combat blade, and still had an inch to go before he had been stopped. The Emerald Warrior glared deep into the scared eyes of what was a man, but not a man. He probably had never killed anyone in his life. He was fresh.

Still, Retane couldn't help but let out a low growl as he shifted his body to place his knees on the biceps of his foe with all his weight. His one hand remained around the mouth of his advesary, and felt the struggled and frightful heaves through the man's nostrils. The other, howver slid up and entiwined with the fingers of his captive. He curled his longer fingers to point his nails and uses his bare strength to start digging deep into the flesh.

The mercenary tried to scream, but the muffled sounds only really reverberated in the cup of the Namekian's hand. What slipped through the fingers, was nothing more then a whisper that only the duo could hear. Still, The green fingers dug deeper, the warm lifeforce of his advesary ran along his flesh in a steady stream flowing off onto the ground at a knuckle. The Merc tried to buck his body, but it was futile. Retane was like a limber cat holding on to his target. Retane's ankles laid across the upper thighs of the human, so to much movement actually caused discomfort to the merceranry's groin area, from the boots of theNamekian.

The Emerld Warrior stopped his digging, and removed his fingers from the five puncture wounds in the mans flesh. Much more and it would have been a through-and-through. Still, though Retane thought he had gotten his point across as he watched the tears and muffled whimpers come from the visage of the mercenary. Actions required punishment in this situation. The Emerald Warrior would have easily spared any damage to his foe, if he hadn't freaked out. Still though, it showed he was serious.

"I know it hurts", Retane spoke calm and low in his dark voice, "But, when you gain control of yourself, I will remove my hand from your mouth. If you scream or try to call out. I will kill you. If you do not obey all of my rules. I will kill you. If you try anything at all that makes me think you are up to something, I will kill you."

Retane paused for a few moments to sink in. "I do not see a reason for killing you, and that wound will heal. If you want to live... The Namek paused for a moment remembering what Arith had said just minutes ago. "You will do as I say. I am here for a specific reason. That's all you need to know. Any of your colleagues that get in my way, will die if it is needed. But before we go any further, I am going to ask you a series of questions. Any lies and my friend is an expert at detecting lies. Personally he doesn't care for your life. If you are caught lying, he will kill you without hesitation and we will kill all of your comrades as well."

The Namekian paused for it to seep in once again. Plus he had realized that there was a greater fear with his eyes looking left and right a few times, as he mentioned killing the others. He was sure there was someone that he had a relationship with or a thing for or sometihng. He had revealed his tell and his weakness.

" I want you to blink once for 'yes' and twice for 'no' for every question I ask. Are you alone?" Two blinks. Retane already knew the answer but still he had to make sure.

"Are you a current soldier in the military?" There was a hesitation and then two blinks.

"Are you a mercenary?" A single blink.

"How many are in your party? I want you to blink the number." He counted seven blinks and then a long hesitation but never a blink. By now the mercenary had calmed down a bit.

"Do you know what your objective is?" There was a single fast blink.

"Shall I remove my hand and let you calmly explain your mission to me?" The eyes didn't seem to lie and he blinked a single time. "Remeber... You can die with a single screw up."

Retane moved his away from the mouth of the mercenary, and slid Arith's blade out of the way and let his fingers play along the the throat of his foe, before finally resting it on his collar bone. A fast grab could severe the vocal chords. He wanted the target to understand.

The mercenary took a moment s to wheeze lightly and take in freasher air from his mouth. He swallowed a few times so he could actually talk and his eyes looked desperate, "We are here to capture 'The Skull', and retreive information on the whereabouts of his older brother. We are also suppose to gather the specimen attached to our target. Please don't kill me, and please don't kill my sister..."

"Who's yous sister", The Emerald Warrior questioned with curiousity. He knew he was right.

"Srevit. She got me this gig. she trained me. She didn't want me to come here, she didn't want to be involved in this either. Searching down a decorated Space Marine. It's wrong."

Retane saw a flare in his eyes. He knew he did it for the money. That's what a mercenary usually did it for. The Namekian pondered if he actually ever did it for the money and couldn't think it possible. Not from what he had heard and how he felt right now. Still he had to focus on the goal at hand, " I want you to tell me where she is and everything thats going on right now. Leave anything out, and I will know. Your Mission will be a failure if you do, but you will live and so will she."