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"Who did this?"
Standing in darkened shadow as if the sky were set to pour from the heavens, a single white haired Jiralhanae stood stock still, his massive eleven foot frame slack as his brandy colored eyes passed over the carnage. Nearly drowning out his voice, dozens of aircraft filled the sky above as red and steel hued Phantoms used their gravity tethers to haul free chunks of the surrounding wreckage, Banshees and Seraphs flying patrol by the dozens as they provided additional coverage from the sky in the search of survivors that had been far luckier than those who surrounded the place where Dymas stood.
It had been a massacre. Dymas had seen more death in his lifetime than many could possibly fathom, but this was different. Familiar, almost too much so, and had the destruction been spread to the rest of the planet's settlement it would have been straight out of his past. Those who had been here, however... they knew the Logic well, and it had only been their singleminded pursuit of a specific individual that had spared the few civilians who had survived and been pulled from the building for debriefing and recovery. That individual in question was currently tied to one of the many poles in the back of the hastily erected defensive bunker, executed along with the other individuals who had dared to try and protect him.
His father had preceded him as colonial governor. Having been descended from one of the original rebel families that had stood up to the Terran Confederation, it was unsurprising that the man had taken up a leadership role in the community. Unerringly polite, he'd been among the few planetary governors that Dymas had known well before his ascent within the Banished ranks, and by extension the man's son had been an acquaintance as well. A fool unlike his father, but a well meaning one that had striven to uphold his family's legacy - despite his personal prejudices the boy had put his station before himself, and had tolerated the presence of the Kromus deserters when Dymas had asked him to provide them with safe harbor. His shortcomings as a man aside there had been a mutual respect and understanding between them, and Dymas was not pleased to see that he was dead. But that was the way of things. Death came for everyone eventually, and keeping true to your convictions often hastened it.
The torture, however, filled Dymas with a cold fury, the likes of which he had not felt in a very long time.
"Unknown. We're still pulling records from the colony's automated security systems. We do know what they were after, though. More importantly, where they went." Stopping a respectful distance behind him, Dymas would glance back to see one of his personal guard - a Sangheili - kneeling as he responded to the Brute's question. Jerking his head forward with a displeased grunt of acknowledgement in a clear dismissal of the bodyguard's formality, the black and red armored Elite would stand and close the final few meters before offering a pad with a holographic display before speaking again as Dymas took it and began reviewing its contents.
"The systems they accessed contained data that we had sent to the Kromus specialists here for analysis, and while they wiped the data clean before leaving we retained copies of our own. Most of it seemed relevant to deep space signal and slipspace tracking from a Galactic Federation listening post abandoned after the Kromus War that we had repurposed roughly five solar years ago. While they killed most everyone that opposed them on the ground they did not interfere with the rest of the colony, and several tracking satellites we left in orbit during the first Kromus War were able to track their outbound slipspace vector."
Dymas merely nodded in silence, eyes pouring over the information as it scrolled by. It was clear where the mystery assailants were heading - the listening post where the data had come from, but to what end was anyone's guess. Judging by what happened here, however, they planned to raze it. Destroy the place, kill any present, steal the data and continue pursuing whatever their goal ultimately was.
But the Banished would not be a stepping stone. They had made a fatal mistake in attacking a world under their protection and citizens that had settled there with that guarantee of safety. Calmly handing the pad back to the Elite, Dymas would begin speaking - his deep voice low and controlled, but edged with cold anger as he stared at the executed prisoners.
"Evacuate the listening post. Only Kromus volunteers are to remain, and they are to be informed of the risk. Weavil was left in command of that outpost?"
"Yes."
"Good. Inform him of what has happened. 'Volir should be nearby and will move to reinforce them. Otherwise all ships are to leave local space save for 'Volir's, it is to remain cloaked and in low orbit. Local forces are not to directly engage but are permitted to make attacks of opportunity should disengaging be an option." Dymas said, stock still as he spoke. Vengeance was not a virtue. It was a distraction. An ill conceived waste of time and resources unless the target in question posed an ongoing threat, and he would be remiss in not admitting that part of his motivation here was due to a debt he felt he owed an old friend that had long since left him behind. But this was more than that, it was a matter of pragmatism. The Banished had always been able to maintain their distance from those they were hired to protect on the idea that any opposition, any action meant to cross them would be met with overwhelming force. It wasn't the violence that deterred attackers as much as the promise, the certainty of such a response, and that meant such a challenge could not be left unanswered here.
And while Dymas had little use for it the Kilrathi and Sangheili under his command would demand blood for this affront to their honor, a demand that he would be all too happy to fulfill.
"Once that is done I want to know who these animals are, and I want to know before my ship reaches that outpost."