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friend,” Jens said as the two men grasped forearms.
Ramek agreed. “Indeed, it is.”
“So doc, do we know what happened to Ramek?” Jens asked Solome.
She was reviewing a holo-chart while standing in front of Ramek’s damaged torso armor that hung from a stand near his bed.
She replied to Jens’ question. “I think you mean who ? It’s evident what happened to him. A large explosion detonated a few inches from his Reaver suit. The blast slammed him into the bulkhead; those were the effects of the cause, which is… a D-9 grenade.”
Just as Jens was going to speak, Kason walked in the room.
“I agree with Doctor Solome’s keen observation. It’s not ‘what’ but ‘who’ did this to Ramek,” Kason said.
“Did we find anything with the suit’s data about this Kryth?” Ramek asked.
Kason approached the two men.
“His name is Lintorth Sol, a Kryth commando. He’s a high-ranking official in the Talenth Sar legion.”
“And we ‘knew’ he was on the station because?” Ramek voice was laced with sarcasm.
“We didn’t. We matched the identification with the data core taken from the outpost.”
Rolling his eyes, Jens replied, “Intel!”
“We shouldn’t need intel for everything, Jens, that’s what good contingency planning is for,” Kason remarked.
“I guess their commandoes have some fight in them. The rest didn’t,” Ramek said.
“How is this guy’s last name spelt? S-o-u-l is it?” Jens asked.
“No, S-o-l. Like the Sol system,” Kason replied.
“That’s one hell of a coincidence, boss,” Ramek added.
Kason now walked over to Ramek’s hanging armor. His hand ran over the dented and mangled chest piece.
“We Reavers do not believe in coincidence. You two know this.”
Jens and Ramek looked at each other with bewilderment over the last name.
Kason continued.
“This commando comes from a long military line. You see,” Kason moved to face the two men whose eyes were still wide, waiting for the answer, “the Kryth are a proud race with a heritage that goes back millennia. Their pride rests in their contributions to the Domain; contributions such as a great invasion or victory in war. Their traditions allow the act of the victor to take as part of their name. Hence, the last name of Sol. His great lore-father led the attack on our system and Planet two hundred and sixty-seven years earlier and thus the campaign he began and ended honors him. The name is passed down,” Kason finished.
Jens and Ramek sat silent.
Ramek was first to speak. “That kizard bastard.”
“He was your equal today, Ramek,” Kason said.
“I will give him credit. He was a tough one.”
“Since he escaped and if he lived, I am pretty sure with a last name such as his to defend, he’ll want more.” Kason directed his comment for Ramek.
Ramek sat up in bed. “Then I will make him earn that name the next time we meet.”
Jens grinned and said, “All you’ll be earning is a few days off and more shots, if you’re lucky.”
“As if you would be in any better shape yourself?” Ramek scoffed at Jens.
“You would be surprised. I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” Jens smiled at his friend.
“Okay, you two, we have work that needs to be done before Retribution. We prep in the next hour and launch in three.” Kason approached Ramek’s bedside. “But you, big guy -- you might be sitting this one out.”
Ramek protested. “Oh come on, boss. I can fight the Kryth from this bed.”
“There is no doubt in my mind, but Doctor Solome will have to green-check you for combat. And, unless she does, you will be sitting it out.”
“That’s tilted !”
“I know it is. There will be another important mission after Retribution I need you on, though.”
“Am I going after Mister Sol, boss?” Ramek’s eyes flashed with excitement.
“I doubt it. Commander Parejas will brief me after the assault on Earth. He said it was important, but it would have to wait. So, I want my best man
Ramek agreed. “Indeed, it is.”
“So doc, do we know what happened to Ramek?” Jens asked Solome.
She was reviewing a holo-chart while standing in front of Ramek’s damaged torso armor that hung from a stand near his bed.
She replied to Jens’ question. “I think you mean who ? It’s evident what happened to him. A large explosion detonated a few inches from his Reaver suit. The blast slammed him into the bulkhead; those were the effects of the cause, which is… a D-9 grenade.”
Just as Jens was going to speak, Kason walked in the room.
“I agree with Doctor Solome’s keen observation. It’s not ‘what’ but ‘who’ did this to Ramek,” Kason said.
“Did we find anything with the suit’s data about this Kryth?” Ramek asked.
Kason approached the two men.
“His name is Lintorth Sol, a Kryth commando. He’s a high-ranking official in the Talenth Sar legion.”
“And we ‘knew’ he was on the station because?” Ramek voice was laced with sarcasm.
“We didn’t. We matched the identification with the data core taken from the outpost.”
Rolling his eyes, Jens replied, “Intel!”
“We shouldn’t need intel for everything, Jens, that’s what good contingency planning is for,” Kason remarked.
“I guess their commandoes have some fight in them. The rest didn’t,” Ramek said.
“How is this guy’s last name spelt? S-o-u-l is it?” Jens asked.
“No, S-o-l. Like the Sol system,” Kason replied.
“That’s one hell of a coincidence, boss,” Ramek added.
Kason now walked over to Ramek’s hanging armor. His hand ran over the dented and mangled chest piece.
“We Reavers do not believe in coincidence. You two know this.”
Jens and Ramek looked at each other with bewilderment over the last name.
Kason continued.
“This commando comes from a long military line. You see,” Kason moved to face the two men whose eyes were still wide, waiting for the answer, “the Kryth are a proud race with a heritage that goes back millennia. Their pride rests in their contributions to the Domain; contributions such as a great invasion or victory in war. Their traditions allow the act of the victor to take as part of their name. Hence, the last name of Sol. His great lore-father led the attack on our system and Planet two hundred and sixty-seven years earlier and thus the campaign he began and ended honors him. The name is passed down,” Kason finished.
Jens and Ramek sat silent.
Ramek was first to speak. “That kizard bastard.”
“He was your equal today, Ramek,” Kason said.
“I will give him credit. He was a tough one.”
“Since he escaped and if he lived, I am pretty sure with a last name such as his to defend, he’ll want more.” Kason directed his comment for Ramek.
Ramek sat up in bed. “Then I will make him earn that name the next time we meet.”
Jens grinned and said, “All you’ll be earning is a few days off and more shots, if you’re lucky.”
“As if you would be in any better shape yourself?” Ramek scoffed at Jens.
“You would be surprised. I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” Jens smiled at his friend.
“Okay, you two, we have work that needs to be done before Retribution. We prep in the next hour and launch in three.” Kason approached Ramek’s bedside. “But you, big guy -- you might be sitting this one out.”
Ramek protested. “Oh come on, boss. I can fight the Kryth from this bed.”
“There is no doubt in my mind, but Doctor Solome will have to green-check you for combat. And, unless she does, you will be sitting it out.”
“That’s tilted !”
“I know it is. There will be another important mission after Retribution I need you on, though.”
“Am I going after Mister Sol, boss?” Ramek’s eyes flashed with excitement.
“I doubt it. Commander Parejas will brief me after the assault on Earth. He said it was important, but it would have to wait. So, I want my best man
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