Rennac scowled at the screen seeing the trace packets were shut down as soon as they reached the internal systems, part of him worried that this spike could intercept their transmissions if they had not dealt with it. It was then that he thought on his response to the Litharian's question.
"The Wolkar have a... philosophy when it comes to meeting other people. Despite whatever we may look like on the outside or how we grew up, we are all people, striving to lead a happy life. Working alone towards this is lonely, and grows tiresome with age. It is when we work with others to truly live rather than just survive day after day that one sees the beauty of life. Truth be told, most Wolkar are still holding out for a great union of the galactic factions, having all of the different races and cultures melding together, seeing past their differences. No Wolkar, no Litharians, just simply people of different sizes and creeds. Not divided, but as one. I know I will likely never see it in my lifetime, nor will my children see it in theirs, nor even my grandchildren. All I can do is try and get us just that little bit closer and I can be happy knowing I did what I could to make it happen. As for why I do that as a Hunter, it is... a more personal tale.."
The eyes previously full of wonder and pride turned to a mixture of solemn remembrance and withheld anger. "A member of my family was... unjustly killed. Some thug who wanted a device my father had been designing to sell. My father took pity on the man, knowing he could always build another even as this thug would sell off the original for a mere handful of slivers that might be used to feed himself or his family. Even after my father gave him what he wanted, he murdered my father in cold blood right in front of me. I was not much older than a pup, just finding my place in the world. Before the authorities could capture him he fled off planet, going out of their reach. I was... furious to say the least. All I had been taught about how we should not be afraid to help others who are in need, and some honorless nikriin kills someone I cared for for little more than his own amusement. I spent the month after using my knowledge of engineering building a hidden dart launcher to use on the coward once I found him. Once I had all I needed, I traveled the stars and hunted him down. Six months later, a pup with no real training or tools besides his hands, a thrown together hidden weapon, and his instincts tracked the man down to some smuggler's moon. I didn't just end it quickly. I slashed and battered him till he was begging for mercy. My response. 'Did you show any mercy to my father?' In that instant, he knew why I was there, what he had done to earn my ire. He died with that same expression, the same one he carried when I severed his head and brought it back to Ferran. The guild recognized my natural talent and recruited me, equipped me, gave me a ship, and most importantly taught me all I needed to track down the true threats."