[spoiler]Apologies for the delay. Work and family stuff.[/spoiler] The three remaining eyes of Rathiks turn toward the voice trespasser violating his ship. He sneers, but his head doesn't move from where his greater right hand supports his chin. It tightens slowly into a fist, one that he desperately wants to put through this young Eliksni's face. "You are a daring one," he notes, "for a pup. You seek to raid my ship, kill my crew and threaten me. I would be impressed, were I not insulted. What have you come for?"