Hello Stranga': Malefactor Quest

[Retane]

Kill. How many people had Retane killed in his past? How many people had died because of his actions before? He almost felt that killing was wrong. Killing had started him down a path of being hated and exiled. Was he really going to go through with this? He was a Namek, a race that strived for peace. Maybe that was what was itching at conscience, his genetics. But he was of Warrior class. He was meant to fight; To defend; To Kill if needed.

Retane closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had chosen this path, he felt an inner predator within and a darkness tugging at him. His corded muscles flexed as he calmed himself. The Emerald Warrior slowly started to the hooded cloack he wore and let it fall to the ground. He glanced back at his captives, and let out a sigh, "Kill them. That's what you want?" The Warrior whirled his neck around as he popped the air out of his upper vertebrae. He had cast away all of Sverit's gear. The Namekian felt a surge in him again and knew he wouldn't need it. He inhaled, exhaled and started forward, in the direction of Sandish.

The Horseman soon found himself crouching, staring at his target. She was a bit more ripped then her female conterpart, where a dark tanktop and dark camoflauged pants. Her muscles flexed under the weight of the gun she toted. It was bigger then the two rifles he had seen before. The mercenary had a bit more equipment attatched to her belt as well. Sandish's attention, however, was more focused inward, at the scene of four other figures.

There was a single light giving Retane perfect view of the scenario. Thrush, the one wearing the most armor stood there observing his captive, who was cuffed from behind, on his knees and shirtless. The capative fought to get free but an even burlier man, Kreven he assumed by the excessive firepower strapped to his back, held him to the ground. The final figure, distiungished by his long golden locks, must have been Loryn, who had a single hand calmly on the veteran's hand and another on resting sonewhere on his back.

"I think we should just rip the damned thing off and call it a day." It was the bigger of the three.

"We can't you dumb son of a bitch", Sandish called out, "We'll risk damaging the secondary. If it isn't alive, we don't get the bonus."

"Shut up you damned slut, I know that. I was just joking. This mother fucker is hard to handle."

"Slut? Are you still mad that you couldn't get it up the other night and and I had to go get it from the newbie? I told your ass, I get what I want." Sandish had caused Kreven to get beat red as she announced his personal dysfunctions outloud, even the quiet Loryn, had to snicker.

"How about you come fuck the energy out of this bastard so it isn't god damned hard?" Kreven was still struggling to maintain his captive.

"Enough foreplay you two", Thush had called out, "You are distracting Loryn. Do your dirty talk on your own time."

Loryn lifted his head ad the mention of his name, "Oh sorry. Yes, ok, right. I am only getting readings of hate and anger from both parties. I need the orgosynth to be removed. I think Kreven could do it if while I distract the simbiote. Commander I will need your help to hold him him at bay during the extraction progress."

"Let's do this then", Thrush stated as he moved and wrapped his large arms around The Skull. The bigger of the three still maintained one hand on the captive and his massive hand glasped on and started pulling at what Retane could assume was the specimen of Project Malefactor. Loryn had both his hands places upong George Haskell's head, who let out a highed pitched scream, that managed to curl the Namekian's toes.

Retane couldn't stand around any longer. The Feral Warrior started forward, energy forming in both balled hands, as he charged. They were both, light green and his fists opened up as they grew to the expanse of his fingers. He let out a low glutteral growl as he approached Sandish. The muscular turned as she heard the gorwl, but it was just short of an instant reaction. The Namekian jumped at her, extending his leg and foot. Her eyes didn't even have the time to portray her shock, had his boot planted itself, on her face, sending her back and down, followed by the Namek's weight.

As he felt her skull crack against the ground, he pushed off with both feet, adding even more pressure to her cranium. He sprung into the air, he still had thirty seconds, he assumed, before the group were suppose to sound off. The Horseman let his arms fall behind him as he ascended into the air, and when he was reaching the peak of his leap, he used the momentum to whip both the orbs downward at a single target.

Retane's actions only took a few seconds but as his body followed the flight of the energy assualt, he realized that he may have errored. Still though, he wasn't worrired; The Emerald Warrior planned his next moves accordingly as Thrush had caught site of the incoming assualt. The mercenary dove to get out the way, leaving his comrades to take the blunt of the assault. They never saw it coming.

Loryn took the blunt of the blasts as they converged on his cranium. The explosion managed to seperate the captive from the biggre man and hault the extraction process. But Retane reached out lashing at Krevens face amd his sharp nails dug flesh. As Retane landed in a crouch, he darted his eyes to the left and right for a split second, and spun around, shoving the falling body of Loryn into his his biggest companion. The golden haired mercenary was dead; The twin converged energy blasts had managed to penetrate through the locks, flesh and bone to impact the brain of the psychic interrigator.

Dead, but a body that caused a distraction. As Kreven, nearly freaked out at the life force and brain matter that splashed into his face and mouth. The massive man looked at the body wide eyed, and tossed it too the side but shook his head in disgust and heaved hard, almost realsing his innards. The Namekian swung a heavy fist at the bigger man, then followed up with another.

Blood splattered onto Retane with both blows, because his slash at Kreven's visage, had put a gash in the big man's cheek through and through. As the mercenary doubled back from the blows, and the Namekian Warrior slashed at the mans throat, cutting deep through his vocal cords and veisn. The burly man's life force splashed and splattered back onto The Horseman with the deep cut. It was another life ended.