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Hello ya'll, name's Phoenix. For those of you who've been watching I'm that guy who's been lurking around for the past few days. But I have a good(-ish) reason! I wish to join the lot of ya. Already got the fancy sheets and stuff ready, so... here you go!



Virathus glad that his first shot in days was a success began searching the Psionic plane for a new target, quickly finding one and taking aim once more. Waiting briefly to make sure the plasma cycler had cooled off the battery he let fly another round. Once again another open space erupted into a red paste as another agent's head was popped. This time though a few agents had their eyes open and saw the initial flash from Virathus' gun. Two agents turned and began opening fire at the spot where Virathus was. Noticing the attention he was receiving he rolled off the branch he was standing on, falling off to rapidly avoid the shots. Once he was by the ground he fired the plasma jets on his armor to correct and reduce the landing's impact. It made another flash be he was quick to change positions in an attempt to stay hidden. As for the agents Rennac was charging the flames were not as effective he may have hoped. The synthetic and metallic armor wasn't very flammable allowing most of the agents that were in range to roll away from the flames and seek cover before any real damage could be sustained. One man however was directly in front of Rennac and received a full blast of fire. While he didn't ignite, his armor heated up rapidly and some of the lighter spots burned his skin. He wasn't dead, but he was crippled and screaming. The rest of the agents began to return fire now that their target was lit up with a bright tail pointing to exactly where he was. Plasma charges went sailing towards Rennac for several different directions.
Virathus had taken off his thermal vision when he lost his target, knowing that it was due to Litharian cloaking and it wouldn't matter any. Though if you know how it works, you also know how to get around it. He closed his eyes and opened his mind, seeing the world around him through the Psionic plane, sensing the presences of the agents as well as Rennac. He found his target again and took aim with his mind, making sure he had a clear shot when he pulled the trigger, releasing a lightning fast shot of super dense plasma that was a Rail Round. It shot straight through the Litharian's head and didn't stop. It continued through a nearby tree and only vanished into the ground as it's way of stopping. This Litharian agent who was shot dropped instantly, but the rest couldn't find where it came from, so their attention was on the threat they could see. They were about to turn Rennac into a pile of plasma slag when he spit up all the exhaust shrouding him from thermal vision and causing a few blind shots to wizz past Rennac's head. But instead of stepping into the shroud a few instead drew a few plasma grenades, armed them, and lobbed them into the cloud hoping to blow him up, or at least spread the fog out with the blast.
Virathus watched in silence as the blimps on his sensors grew closer and closer, knowing that they wouldn't be a good indicator for finding them specifically, but it gave a general description of how far away they were. Using his thermal he rapidly scanned around not finding anything until something ran across his range, a thick red stain against the rest of the world. He zeroed in on it, taking aim when the target stopped, but then it just vanished. All around Rennac the incoming agents stopped and observed from afar, all activating their respective cloaking systems, which would shield them from ocular and thermal visions. All in turn they readied their rifles and started to move in for a shot against the Wolkar and all that dust he was kicking up wouldn't do a thing for their thermal visioned scopes.
Inside the tank a sort of resonance could be heard, followed by a strong Psionic pressure to get into the creature's mind. If it wouldn't talk to them, they'd break in an force it's mind to talk. Back outside the tanks the Litharians gathered around to observe the effects of the Psionic Reader. It was a temperamental device that treated several species quiet poorly and they wanted to see if this new race was compatible or not.
For a while nothing happened, but then Rennac's motion sensors would have lit up with several incoming bogeys. But after a short while they multiplied exponentially, turning from about 10 to 40. Comign from all directions they advanced rapidly. Virathus watched as his motion sensors became useless, clearly whatever was coming had deployed some kind of motion tracker disruptor. Keeping a keen eye he switched to thermal vision to try and find whatever was coming.
Virathus watched Rennac soar into the air and fire a rocket off it some direction. A strange tactic, but sure to make their presence known for a good while. He sat in the tree watching for any changes around them, but again nothing seemed to happen, show up, or anything else really. Although unbeknownst to two, several agents began moving in towards their position. They were out of scanner range, but closing fast. Each one armed and armored in Litharian garb and trained in the lands judging by the way they expertly navigated the jungle.
Virathus ran out of the ship and across to the nearest tree pressing his back to it. Scanning his surroundings he saw that they were in the clear, for now. Using his armors traction pads and plasma jet burst systems he very quickly climbed up the tree to get a better advantage point. It was when he was up at the top that he began scanning through the thick foliage. Unfortunately it was too thick and nothing came back. Perhaps it would be best to make them come out of hiding, "Rennac, start moving. I don't see anything around us on my systems." After making contact through the radio he took up a position in the tree waiting for the Wolkar to pick a direction.
Virathus was about to hit Rennac again, he simply didn't get it. A honorless cur is what the Litharians hate and a bounty hunter is nothing more than a man who sells his honor to the highest bidder, or in his case turn on his partner over a damn INTCOM call. All of this stupid fluff didn't matter. When they landed he wasted no time in getting away from Rennac, entering in the com codes and cloaking a few seconds after that. As soon as the airlock on the ship opened he bolted out before Rennac so one man eexiting wouldn't seem so strange. Virathus unslung his rifle using his heads up display to check the plasma charge and to have it set with Rail Rounds. The Wolkar may be worried about traps, but his concerns were for targets.
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