Location: Unknown
Equipment: Cortosis Gauntlets | The Kinetic Dagger | The XR-18 Revolver | R82 Precision Rifle | 5 bags of Thermite
Wearing: Armor
Ship:
Locus Class Fighter
Tags: [member="Mike V'Trechen"] | +idfk
Renn lay there, sniper in his hands. His eyes viewed a target, finger on the trigger. Pulling his finger back he looked up and saw the ship above them, the
Dragon's Flame. His eyes pondered at it, his earpiece reading its dimensions. "
Honestly thought it would be bigger." That was all he muttered to himself as he trudged forward.
While he didn't know what would happen he was ready for the worst. His R82 was slung in front of his chest now, a twitchy hand above his revolver. A suspicious move could end the man's life, or others who are too sudden. Though he didn't trust the men on the ship, he didn't trust anyone.
Renn was listening to the file of it, telling him the Captain. "
Mike V'Trechen, a man who is relatively unknown to my systems. It says here from police reports that his wife and parents are currently deceased."
"
Any relatives?"
"
One that I can find, a brother. Apparently credited with some of the murders."
Renn stood below the ship, looking up, and flipped to the radio. "
Hello Mike, I am the Raven." This was a fake name he sometimes used for fun.
"I feel that I could be some use, putting your brother's head on a plater, avenging your family. Meet me down here if you're interested." Then flipping away from comms to his AI, "
Pull up the ship."
With that the Locus came flying out of the air and landed near Renn. A grin on his face Renn pulled out his revolver and shot his target, not even taking glance the confused man's way.