Location: Orbiting Ran'tol
Nol'ran sat in his captain's chair, while everybody else slept, watching ships that called this planet home come and go. He was having another sleepless "night" trying to come up with a strategy on how to try and recruit as many of the fleets and single pirates as he could to help against the coming fight against the humans. Uniting a single planet against a single fleet was one thing but every single Ral'nor against the humans, well that's another story.
The planet the fleet was orbiting, Ran'tol, was one of the smaller Ran'tol planets and only hosted a few small fleets. The should be easy to convince and if they didn't cooperate they should be easy to defend against. But who should he start with was the question and what should he say.
Location: The Devil's Pit Bar, The Demons' space station
Pan'run sat listening to the man drone on and on about the target as he continued to drink. Finally the man finished up with "So is there anything else that you need to know about your target?" Nol'ran let out a long mechanical sigh, "All I needed to know was his name, and where to find him." He said standing up, "By the way, you're paying the tab." He added before walking out of the bar and down to the docks only to find his ship blocked by 4 men. Must be friends of the drunk that I put out of his misery. While no one could see it he smirked commanding the nanobots to reform his arm back into his favored blade. "YOU DAMN STUPID LIZARDS." The biggest of the men yelled "GET OUT OF OUR GALAXY!" He added throwing a beer bottle, that just happened to break on Pan'rul's face the bear running down his body. "You just made a huge mistake." He said to the men raising his bladed arm.