Alex was confident that the alien wouldn't be able to anticipate his attack, nor would it be able to defend against it in ti.
The short distance between the kitchen and the entrance was nothing to Alex.
Whack!
Alex delivered his strike the instant he entered the room, not even giving the cooking alien a chance to react before he was sent down to the ground with one swift strike to the back of its neck.
Alex stood over the unconscious alien, his mind racing with the next steps.
The alien pirate lay sprawled on the floor, completely out cold from the strike Alex had delivered to the back of its neck.
His original plan was to just kill the alien and be done with it, moving on to the next section to continue checking for any rogue aliens like this one.
But after a short bout of consideration, he decided to keep it alive instead.
Interrogating and extracting information from it about the other aliens on the ship was a much better idea than just killing it and going in blind.
He knew he had to act quickly before any other pirates could stumble upon them.
Looking around, he found so nearby tal piping and ripped it from the walls.
He knelt down, the tal piping in hand, and proceeded to deform it and securely bound the alien's wrists and ankles with it.
With the alien restrained, Alex dragged it away from the middle section with all of the living quarters, back to the loading bay area.
When he arrived, he gave it a few sharp slaps across the face, watching as the alien's eyes fluttered open.
The alien groaned, confusing giving way to anger as it realised its predicant.
"So, what do I call you people then?" Alex began, his tone casual but with an underlying edge of malice.
The alien's eyes narrowed, its expression one of defiance.
"We of the Kree race will not have our dignity tarnished like this! The Blood Night pirates will kill you, I assure you!"
It answered in fluent human language, just as Alex had expected.
Alex raised an eyebrow.
'That's one way to answer my question… But I'll take it, I guess?'
The alien, or Kree to be exact, may not have been intimidated by Alex, but it still gave an answer to his questions in a roundabout way, whether intentionally or not.
'So these guys are from a race called the 'Kree', and their organisation are called the Blood Night pirates.'
Alex noted this information ntally and carried on with the interrogation.
"How many of these Blood Night pirates are on this ship?" Alex asked, getting straight to the point.
He started to get into the nitty gritty details — the ones he was actually interested in getting an answer to.
If the answer he received was that there weren't many at all, then Alex would be delighted.
It would only make his life easier.
But if it was sothing he didn't like at all, like sothing in the high double digits, or even triple digits, then he wouldn't know how to react…
"Curse you and your bloodline, Ptui! I won't cave in to such a puny ant like you!"
The Kree spat on the floor, glaring up at Alex.
Alex's expression hardened. He didn't have the ti to be played around with like this.
"You do realise this 'puny ant' took you down in one hit, and has the capacity to kill you at any ti he pleases?"
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
"Tell what I want to know, or things are going to get VERY unpleasant for you/"
The Kree sneered, but Alex could see a flicker of fear in its eyes. They may be a proud race, but that didn't an they all acted like emotionless soldiers stripped of their free will.
"Do your worst. The Blood Night pirates will avenge . We are many, and you are but one."
With the Kree being so adamant not to comply with any of Alex's questions, Alex knew he had to resort to more… direct thod.
He was left with little patience.
He drew the C- rank sword, and pressed it against the top of the Kree pirate's foot.
"Answer, in more detail than just 'We are many', or your foot is getting turned into a kebab," Alex demanded, his voice ice cold.
"What's a kebab?" The Kree answered with a sneer and a chuckle.
Alex wasn't in the mood for any funny jokes.
Without hesitation, he impaled the sword right through the Kree's right foot.
The Kree scread, a guttural, animalistic sound that echoed throughout the silent loading bay.
Alex twisted the blade slightly before pulling it out slowly, the tal scraping against the bone, further emphasising the pain.
"ARGHH!" The Kree's scream filled the room, its defiant expression replaced by one of agony.
Alex moved the tip of the sword over to the left foot, his eyes boring into the alien's.
"Now I'll ask again. How many of the Blood Night pirates are on this ship?"
The Kree panted, its chest heaving with each breath. Blue blood pooled around its right foot, staining the floor.
It looked up at Alex, the pain clearly taking its toll.
"You… you think this will break ? We are warriors. We do not—"
Alex didn't let it finish.
He drove his sword right into the left foot with the sa brutal precision, eliciting another agonised scream from the Kree.
"Huff… huff… huff… Like I said… We are warriors…"
'It seems like these Kree are trained for situations like this, or just have really strong ntal wills. Either way, this is just getting tricky.'
Alex wasn't happy at all. He was getting nowhere with this Kree, and so far the only information he had ascertained was the na of their race, and their pirate crew.
But that information was given out by the Kree willingly.
'It's ti to try another approach.'
Alex ca out of his thoughts, and approached the Kree's head.
His eyes looked into the Kree's from only a few inches away.
And he activated his Phoenix flas.
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