>SELECTED: “Punctuality. Aren’t you always on my case about that? Besides I bet Prophet and Banshee are also early.” [Company Briefing]
>SELECTED: Alexander Hail, the vengeful human soldier.

As you make your way back through the rebel camp, determined to for once have your timeliness at these briefings noted with approval, raised voices in the Imperial pidgin that serves as the common language between the escaped slaves catches your attention.

“Please, please have mercy! He’s just a child!” A weeping alien, one of the mammalian Obdine, is clutching at an imposing rebel soldier that is pulling aside a younger looking male of the same species. “His thorax hasn’t even elevated yet!”

The target of the older Obdinian’s wails is a hulking Boscht, you recognise him as the ugly scudheel that Hail recruited months ago. An ex-gladiator by the name of ‘Karash’ or ‘Karax’ or something, he was a bastard of an alien that just seems to enjoy violence for the sake of it.

“Please, he’s all that I have left!” The female Obdinian continues to beg, eyes moist and muted coughs that you recognise to be the sound the species makes when in severe distress.

Karaxshc seems just about ready to swat the motherly old Obdinian aside, his other hand tugging the females son. But he turns at your approach, snarl ready in his many-toothed mouth at the interference, then pauses upon recognising you. Instead of his typical belligerence the Boscht and thumbs his claw against the red mark on his vest.

His guttural, gushing voice sounds like someone flushed a set of loose cutlery down a lead pipe, but the tone itself is respectful. “Mama Snake.”

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