Jouric managed his way back to Avitus after the seventeen hours of combat. He was covered in blood and gore from the enemies he had smashed with his hammer.
"I see you survived." He said rather bluntly to the Turian before turning to survey the field. "We loose anyone else?" He asked still looking out towards the edges of the perimeter.

“A captive? Good show.” Avitus commended the mercenary over their comms. Avitus switched channels. “Jouric? Are you still alive? I lost sight of you when the shooting started. Or did you charge the enemy like a madman?” He turned around, only to see the krogan standing behind him, alive, if a little worse for wear. “Right, that answers that question. Sorry about that. Perhaps if someone cared to share this important detail with us,” Avitus gestured to where the sun should have been. Instead, there was just a ring of faint light. “We might not have been in this situation.” Taras rushed to Jouric, quickly scanning him.
“Don’t do that to me. I thought that was your blood.” he sighed, “After seventeen hours of combat? Of course they are bound to be losses. The quarian Pathfinder is gone, as is her team.” he pointed at his bloodied legs. “Ran straight into them. Chert, it’s like Torfan, all over again, but somehow worse.”
“Anyway, head to the medbay when you have time, just to be sure. Right now, we’re going to have a chat with a friend. If we can decipher their language, that is. The mercenary managed to get one alive, don’t ask me how.” He started walking, gesturing at his teammates to follow and opened a lie to Erin.
“Morano, we have a prisoner. I’d like you to be there in case he refuses to speak. I’m fairly certain your STG training covers, what do they call it, advanced interrogation techniques?”
”You’d be correct. We’ve turned the Kryik into an ambulance, heading up now.”
“Jouric, if interrogation isn’t up your alley, you can stop by the sick bay and then see where people might need help if you prefer. As for the losses, that’s going to take a while to count.”

Coming face to face with the captive soldier, Avitus took a good look at him. Or her, or whatever it was. “So that’s the alien?” he stopped. “Wait, WE are the aliens here. Has it made any verbal sounds? Any indication they communicate vocally?”

Jericho shrugged, pulling it back towards him as it tries to jerk away and digging the barrel of his N7 Eagle into it's back, discouraging further attempts at a rather short lived escape. "Other than grunts as it's tried to pull away and run, none. Of course, grunts are a pretty good indicator." Making it sit, the bounty hunter looks around and grimaces at the scene. They'd also, if he'd heard right as he was walking up, lost the Quarian Pathfinder, which wasn't exactly great for the moral of those they'd come to rescue.

Still, with one of the enemy in custody, perhaps they could right any wrongs the Ark's crash landing had caused and that brought him back to the pathfinder in front of him, his Phalanx's barrel resting against the head of their prisoner, which seemed to make it realize it's continual escape attempts were ill-conceived if it wanted to live. "So, where are we going to be discussing things with our new friend?"

Kaze had thoroughly enjoyed himself during the hours of combat. The way he fought was a mixture of acrobatic finesse and pure brutal strength. The bestial man hadn't fired a single shot but his attacks were just as devastating, if not more so. No one else had used trees or boulders to crush and pulverize the enemy units into a bloody paste. Whenever his shields got low he either used the dead bodies as a shield or nature itself before resuming his attacks.

Just the sheer brutality he showed was enough to make some of the enemy to break and desert the fight. He also showed no signs of tiring as he mowed through whatever was set in front of him. His color was quick to change from black to the color of the aliens blood. Seventeen hours of combative fun! It had been a while since the giant got to cut loose and just slaughter. But the enemy aliens finally receded, either a full retreat or just falling back to regroup.

The other aliens, the one he was sent to check out, convened. Their leaders were talking to each other. "You lot look tired." He said while approaching the group. Their soldiers weren't exactly happy he was there, an unknown giant covered in blood and displaying terrifying amounts of strength. He looked down at them with dully glowing crimson eyes while flicking a piece of alien...something off his chest. "Got a plan? Or are you just going to bicker and question?" He asked, he had noticed these species talked quite a bit. Understandable in combat, you didn't want surprises and communication was key. But maybe they knew something he didn't? He had honestly never interrogated anything, always having the sense of smell to locate where the enemy came from or who specifically did something.

Ryder was quite surprised when a new alien showed up. Many of the soldiers turned their guns on it. Ryder signaled them to stand by. "You clearly are not the enemy we were just fighting. You clearly have been watching us a while if you speak our language. You clearly are not an enemy. I have an urgent matter I have to deal with right now. If you are willing to work with us, speak with Cora Harper my second in command. She will get you squared away with our defenses. If you are not willing don't get in our way." Ryder walked away contacting Jericho.

"Great job Jericho. If you need/want any weapon I'll have it built and sent over to you with any upgrades you want. Just contact my SAM with the details. Call it a finder's fee." Ryder met Avitus at the mercenaries ship. "So a prisoner. What we know, doesn't look like a Kett, they eat their dead, their eyes are attuned to the dark." Ryder watched it. "Record everything. When not if that thing speaks I want every syllable recorded, analyzed, psycho-analyzed, I want every possible analysis performed, the human & turian Sam will help. I want two answers above all else, are they kett and where they took our people. They may not look like the kett, but they can be a different clan or whatever that evolved differently. They maybe a failed evolutionary path. Hell they maybe a special evolutionary path just for this planet since it has more night than daylight hours. If they are kett and made especially for this planet, we need to find out what is so special about this planet pronto. I had SAM contact the Nexus they will be rushing over outpost defense turrets. With those we can divert manpower away from defense to offense and spying as necessary."

Kaze simply raised an eyebrow when the human pathfinder started to talk to him. She got right to business, but that was a preferred trait honestly. "Your language isn't hard to pick up, but I'm surprised your leaders didn't tell you I was coming here. I just came from your main ship...base, whatever you lot call it." He rumbled out before turning his slightly glowing eyes to Cora. Ryder went off to talk to the mercenary while Kaze moved closer to the pale haired second in command.

"So what have you got?" He questioned while crouching down a bit so he was closer to eye level with Cora. Given the scars on his body and armor he was clearly a warrior and was expecting a map of some sort with battle plans or evacuation plans. Maybe some potential target areas needing to be wrecked. Oddly though he was completely unarmed, not a gun or weapon in sight on his bloodstained self.

Jouric let out a laugh. "Torture isn't a problem, though I'm sure you'd rather have precision over me just punching them until they talk." He slung his hammer back into its place on his back. "If you need me to punch it till it talks call me. Until then I will probably be better off helping get the wounded out of the way." Jouric takes off to the hastily set up field medic station helping the corpsmen move the wounded to evac ships.

“Don’t forget to get yourself checked, too. Just in case. Anyway, you’d probably off that thing in a single punch. It does look a bit frail at first glance.” He turned to Ryder. “And here comes the hero. What’s that I hear about reconnaissance? Anyone remembered to pack a few tanks of napalm or something? Make a little fire so we can see better? After this last show, suddenly I don’t feel too bad about burning this planet to a crisp, at least partially.”

“Pathfinder, burning doesn’t get you anywhere, no physical torture will, the victim will eventually make anything up to escape the pain.” Erin said as she arrived. “Advanced interrogation takes time. Or were you talking about something else?” She noticed Jouric leaving and her expression reshaped into a frown. “Should’ve left them all in Milky Way. Since someone had a soft heart and let them live in the first place.” Turning back to the captive, she measured it with her gaze. “Face looks like a dried human. Forward-facing alert eyes on a nocturnal being? Weird. Perhaps this planet didn’t use to be dark. Maybe the scourge affected it?” Erin shone a torch in the captive’s eyes, a little surprised by its reaction. “Alright, very sensitive to direct light. Four fingers plus two opposable ones. Unnatural even by human standards, no? Armor reminds me of the Terminus Assault Armor a little. I’d like to take a close look at that.” Erin ceased her curious examination and turned back to the trio. “Where shall we put him? I recommend a sick bay to get better understanding of their physiology. Might have to clear out some of the wounded.”

"Thanks, Ryder." Listening to the discussion as he worked out the offered weapon on his omnitool, he gave them little mind until the Salarian showed up and suggested putting the captured alien in one of the ships they'd come in. At that, he stored the project for the time being and joined the group at large very suddenly. "I'm sorry, but you're actually suggesting you give this thing access to our tech without any knowledge of it? What happens if it's a hivemind scenario here? What it sees, all it's little friends see, and while it's being dissected, they can figure out how our stuff works and develop counter measures. For being former STG, you sure don't think things through."

"Jericho is right. We definitely won't be transferring it to another ship. Any medical work will have to be done on Jericho's ship if it can't be done here it simply won't be done. As soon as a doctor is free, they will attend to performing any medical work. As for enhanced interrogation, for all we know it may enjoy that. If anyone thinks they can get it to talk they have authorization do it as long as it is done on Jericho's ship. There should be at least two people guarding it at all times, if there is a battle going on the guards are not to leave no matter what." Ryder walks around the encampment examining fortifications. With SAM's help they plotted the landing points for the outpost defense turrets.

Cora examined the new alien. "I heard from SAM that the Nexus sent you. They failed to mention it to us. Must have slip their minds." Cora was being sarcastic. "So clearly your hands won't be able to operate our firearms. I saw you in combat with those trees impressive. If you want I could have some Krogan hammers made for you, they would hold up longer than a tree. Won't be as big as trees. We also have swords if you would prefer blades. Could make any combination you want. Once they are made I have the perfect assignment for you."

The bounty hunter blinked in surprise before holding up his hands in a stop position. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on. Just because I don't want to see it killing you all doesn't mean I want it figuring out the tech on my ship either, cause a lot of it is just as dangerous, if not all of it. Why not set up an interrogation area inside the Quarian Ark? I get the feeling they've already studied various of pieces of wreckage from it already, though they haven't seemed to figure any of it out yet if they're still attacking."

Another thought had occurred to Jericho, but he had no intention of sharing that one if he could help it, since the implications behind that were less than pleasant. Pulling up the weapon he'd been working on, the human SAM would receive a notification after about a minute, describing a modified version of a short sword with a second, shorter blade coming off the bottom of the hilt that could be detached for sword and dagger combat. The guard was also packing an electrical grid that allowed for stunning blows to be delivered at appropriate times.

Kaze gave the human a cheeky grin when she mentioned Nexus. Well a grin for him, a baring of teeth for her. "They didn't send me in an official sense." He stated, meaning he came here on his own without anyone really knowing except if they watched security footage. She mentioned weapons and being impressed with what he had done with the smaller trees of the area. "I've seen the hammers, not nearly large enough nor heavy enough. It'd feel like swinging a twig around which would lead to hyper extensions." He said before tilting his head slightly. "Lets see the sword, otherwise it'll be bare handed again." He continued.

Bare handed him was frightening enough, now the people were planning on arming him. Of course he could just take the gun off one of the ships and just lug that around. But they'd probably frown on that. He'd follow Cora to where the weapons were to give an inspection. It never hurt to see what they had and how it felt in the hand.

“I didn’t say our guest would be conscious.” Erin turned to Jericho with a condescending look, “Not to mention the technology aboard the ark is similar, if not exactly the same as the pathfinder ships. And we can’t keep it outside, that would make it too easy for its friends to silence. Besides, if they’ve dragged some of ours away, it’s likely the civilian personnel would tell them everything they knew. Anyway, I recommend we take a look through the edges of the forest, if it’s not being done already. Some of their fallen and maybe even more wounded might still be there.”

"And my ship isn't a laboratory. It's not happening. Period. I don't dissect or torture people on the Chaser, and neither are you. Like I said before, use the remains of the Quarian Ark." He turns to return to his ship the get some spare thermal clips and stops, glancing out at the forest edge. "And don't be so quick to discredit civilians when it comes to torture and interrogation. They just might surprise you."

SAM put the Chaser on lock down. "Jericho, I had SAM put your ship on lock down if you want control of it back, you are going to follow my orders. When you agreed to join this mission you agreed to follow my orders. If you are unwilling to follow my orders you can join the civilians and defend the Ark from the ground & SAM will take permanent control of the Chaser during the duration of this mission. Your ship is not based on Initiative designs, what the enemy may or may not learn about it is inconsequential. Now are you going to play ball or does SAM add the Chaser to his fleet of Kodiaks?"

"No deal, Ryder. I agreed to offer air and ground support, not let people dissect aliens inside it. If you'd wanted me to play ball your way, you should have included it in the fine print." He turned to face Ryder. "All our contract requires is that I shoot things. Nothing in there about turning my ship into a torture chamber, especially since it would violate the codes I'm given as a Bounty Hunter. Primarily no bodily fluids that aren't my own."

"You agreed to follow my orders, that was the fine print. Orders are orders no matter what they are. Unless I give an illegal order you are expected to follow them to the letter. Consider yourself grounded until you learn to follow orders, you're going to get your money one way or another, and everyone knows that is all you care about. You won't be piloting anything until I say different and now SAM has another ship it his fleet."

Cora grabbed a kett Vakarsh, kett Carfalon, & an Asari Sword. "The kett Vakarsh inflicts burn damage over time. The kett Carfalon increases damage resistance, and the asari sword allows you perform a biotic blink." She demonstrates a biotic blink for him. "You can have any combination of the swords you want. I personally wouldn't recommend two asari swords no telling how they might interact with each other."

“Ryder, the Shadow Chaser is Jericho’s private ship, even the position of a pathfinder doesn’t grant us the right to seize people’s property.” The situation was deteriorating. Couldn’t anything go right in this damn galaxy for once? Avitus turned to Jericho “Perhaps we could shove the guy into the ark’s cargo hold, that should be safe enough, there’s not a lot of tech for him to spy in there. Especially if we use an empty container as his cell. And once again, what’s with all this talk of dissection? I get you’re pissed, but this thing is clearly not just an animal. We weren’t cutting up your troops during the Relay 314 incident. Corpses are good enough to learn about them in detail, provided they are intact enough.”

Kaze eyed the weapons while Cora showed them off and even showed what ones ability was. "They're to small." He stated. The rule of a good sword was at least as long as your own leg. Shortswords had never actually existed. He lifted one of the blades up before shaking his head. "Also far to light..." He murmured before setting it back down. He'd test the durability but he didn't want to break someone elses weapon. Feuds were started over stuff like that back on his home world.

Looking from the weapons back to Cora he just shrugged. "I'll pick something up from home at a later date. I guess we'll move onto whatever objective you have in mind while these three bicker." He growled out while giving the two pathfinders and mercenary a casual, and yet disappointed, glance. These were the people exploring and fighting off the natives to make new homes? These were the people who defeated the kett? They acted like children. Which means the kett really weren't that big of a threat to begin with.