<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/Mongol.jpg)</div><strong>Xanatov Itugen</strong><br/><br/>The Lord Captain was a tall, lanky man.  When the Kroot entered, he was unstrapped from his seat, standing and working through per-combat stretches.  Short of psychic abilities or a superhuman sense of smell, one wouldn't realize he was afraid at all, and any veteran would know his level of fear was no more than healthy—perhaps a little less.<br/><br/>Despite having almost no direct experience with live Xenos—he'd attended brief negotiations with a Tao trade factol as a teenager, and later that same journey spent some hours admiring the bizarre beauty of a contingent of eldar women across the promenade on a space station.<br/><br/>This was his second time so close to a Xeno, and he was both fascinated and reuplsed by the creatures inhuman face and formidable build.  “Walker.  Glad you could make it.  Sit with us.  I need to check our quarry.”<br/><br/>He paused then glanced up again, “Have you seen the ships? Do you know what species uses them?”<br/>