Var’gra was rather irritated.
If one was lacking in the ability to detect psionic phenomena, they might notice his whisker-like tendrils moving at a rather agitated pace, or even the currents of water that circle his body.
If one did in fact posses such an ability, they would be easily able to pick up on the roiling mass of annoyance and outrage that was currently spewing forth from the captain even as telekinetic power created a maelstrom of currents around his body that would by enough to sheer through most ramshackle armor that the liir aboard his vessel were clad in.
Var’Gra was a rather old Liir, having survived aboard various pirate and raider vessels ever since the Liir had decided to dedicate their time to restoring the biosphere of Vaal’Lara.
Such a dicition hadn’t sat well with the former adjutant/stress toy of a high-ranking suul’kan admiral. He had been Invaluable to the Liirs attempts to evacuate some of their number, and had taken advantage of the [Horror] to steal the admirals old battleship in order to aid the evacuation.
As such, when his people had decided to dedicate all their energy towards fixing the dead world, Var’Gra had search for other like-minded liir, who had also been rather… disgruntled by the weakness such a thing would bring to his people.
As such, during a rather simple patrol mission, Var’Gra took his crew of malcontents and his twice stolen battleship away from the home of the Liir.
Over the years he had spent plenty of time fighting, and his first ship had barely lasted more then a year before a lack of suffienct maintenance finally caught up with it.
For over a thousand years, Val’Gra had prowled the stars. He had fought other pirates, splinter colonies that had managed to field a corvette system patrol and even had thrown down with a rampant Nano swarm once.
As a Liir, he had only grown larger and more psionicaly powerful over the years.
As it was, Var’Gra was the undisputed terror of the stars, the strongest pirate lord of the era.
At least he was.
His spies would be doing a poor job if he hadn’t have heard of the other two “Nations” that the Liir of his old home had contacted.
He had known about these threats even before then. Pirates, outlaws and malcontents always have a habit to outpace FTL communications when it came to space travel.
As it was, the criminal space of the galaxy was shifting.
More AI had shown up in the past few years the all of his other 1012 years combined. Always a threat to those without a nation at their back, rouge AI would serve as a formidable threat by themselves, even with their drones and Hoomen helpers.
Add unto the annoying pests represented by the rouge sapient of the hivers and its certainly was a tremulous time to be a pirate lord.
And so the Pirate Lord Val’Gra was rather annoyed with the new threats that had made themselves known to his iron fisted rule over the seedy underworld rule.
But if the Iron swarm of Tarking-7 had failed to kill him, then The old pirate lord was damn well sure that these new comers wouldn’t have any more luck.
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