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Rannix
Legacy Name: Velvet.Code


The Storm Endeavor
Owner: kudzu

Age: 14 years, 11 months, 3 weeks

Born: April 30th, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 11 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: April 30th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Snippet from my Destiny fanwork Flowers of Io found offsite here (ao3).


“I will absolutely not harbour a criminal!” Rannix growled angrily at his Kell, Nekrysk. He was aboard the Kell’s ketch for a meeting that was called when he was about to take off for Io. If Rannix hadn’t been irritated before, he absolutely was now.

Nekrysk was leaning forward in his seat, upper arms pent over his chest, his body language indicating he wasn’t alarmed at Rannix’s anger. The Kell’s guards were visibly more wary and had at least one claw on a weapon. Also present in the chamber were a few Captains at or below Rannix’s status, as well as Rannix’s second, Nevis. The Kell sat on a large throne-like chair just under windows that were open to the stars.

“Rannix, you have the safest hideout in the EDZ. Even my finest scouts took a long time to find you. It’s the best place for Ikthros to be until this chaos passes over.”

“He was in the Prison for a reason,” Rannix couldn’t hide the distaste in his voice, “and I don’t want to be part of the lawlessness of the Forgotten Shore.”

The Kell was silent for a while before waving his arm dismissively, “Everyone but Rannix leave. Now.”

“Wait in the skiff,” Rannix rumbled quietly to Nevis. She nodded and left with the other Captains.

Nekrysk leaned back into his seat and sighed. It was a heavy sigh, weary with a tinge of frustration. Rannix knew it all too well.

“You know I am honour-bound and indebted to you, Rannix, but you must understand the position I’m in. Ikthros is Dusk and the Barons put this in my Ketch. I can’t have you making a fool of me and costing me my own head!”

“Having him in my den will only stress out my crew and the supplies we keep. Frequent in and outs will only draw unwanted attention, not to mention completely upend my cause for a better Eliksni people.” He counted off the points angrily with his claws. “How am I supposed to remain reputable if I have a fucking criminal in my den?”

Nekrysk pounded a fist on the arm of his chair. “This is not permanent, Rannix. As discussed earlier, you’ll be compensated accordingly and-”

“And what? Gain a bunch of accolades that mean nearly nothing these days? You’ve got-”

“Captain.” The Kell rose slowly from his seat and pulled himself up to full height. Rannix forgot he was a good few heads taller than himself and realized he may have let his anger get the better of him and pushed too hard.

“Ikthros will be delivered in seven solar cycles. You will be sent instructions on what he requires and how to keep him in a low profile.” Nekrysk shifted his arms behind his back and leaned in. Rannix could smell the high quality ether coming from his mask. “You will not disobey these orders, Rannix, because if you do I will personally drag you by your neck onto my ship where I’ll take you to the Reef and throw you to the fucking Wolves. Do I make myself clear?”

Rannix wanted to swallow but found his mouth bone dry. “Yes, Kell.”

“Good. Dismissed.”

Rannix bowed and left the chamber quickly, heading to the transporter to take him to where his skiff was docked. His stride was hurried and he didn’t notice Nevis cleaning the side of the skiff, knocking her off as he activated the door.

“Ah, Nevis!” He managed to scoop her into the skiff as he went. “Sorry about that.”

The Marauder barely made a noise as she recovered from the tumble. “Not a concern, Captain. Are we ready to go?” Nevis was always down to business. Her unending hard work and dedication were why Rannix chose her as his second. Of all the Eliksni in his command, he did not know Nevis’ backstory. She had come to him with nothing but the clothes on her back and a promise to be an asset to the crew.

Now, Rannix realized he had to trust her more than ever before. “Yes, but I’ll be dropping you off on Earth and taking off for Io alone like I originally intended.” They got into their respective seats and Rannix began the take off protocol. “The High Captain Ikthros will be our unwanted guest after all.” He had a sour taste on his tongue that he assumed would be there until the criminal left.

They were given the all clear and the skiff dropped from the Ketch, zipping silently away and entering hyperspace. Once settled, Nevis spoke up. “Shall I ensure our sensitive projects are hidden from him, Captain?”

“Yes. Utilize our backup security measures and hidden tunnels. Make sure everyone knows the seriousness of this. Ikthros will undoubtedly be reporting back to Nekrysk.” Because I don’t tell the Kell everything and he knows it.

The remainder of the trip passed in silence and Nevis was transported back to their watery den before Rannix adjusted course for Io. He was needing to visit the ether pools again, for both research and his own relaxation. Perhaps the energies of that glowing cave would calm him enough to think of a solution for his clan. They would never be able to handle such a dangerous and sadistic personality such as Ikthros and Rannix knew he had to remove them or the fugitive from the equation.


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