The Dromedary provided by Dagon was a suitable cover, coupled with the tanks of H-Fuel that he was hauling, nobody would see this as anything more than a regular fuel shipment. Hailing the station was simple, he resorted to mimicking a more traditional Rheinlandic accent for the sake of being more inconspicuous.
The station itself wasn't particularly busy, just a few deck hands that were in the same hangar that he was touching down upon, ready to offload the fuel. In fact they were so busy in the cargo bay that none of them paid much attention to him as he walked out of the ship, quietly snatching one of their ID tags on the way out for use later.
He'd spend a few moments refreshing himself on his surroundings before walking towards a maintenance access door, using his recently stolen tag to gain access, slipping through without any fuss or raised eyebrows. From here, he had to be two steps ahead of everyone else and to ensure that he accomplished his personal mission quickly and quietly.
"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."
The maintenance hallway itself wasn't that crowded, only a few men here and there working on mundane tasks, such as the two he just passed that were changing a filter for the life support pipes, they seemed engrossed in a conversation on whether Heinrich was single or not. He didn't pay any attention to the idle chatter on the way, he was here for a purpose. A very specific image of two brown eyes being the focal point that his mind used as motivation, a commitment and a promise that added a slight thump to his every step.
Using the card he'd procured once more at the end of the long-winding hallway, he'd be thrust into the ever busy hub of Ronneburg, a central node from which he could easily pin-point where he needed to go, provided the the crowd didn't sweep him away like a wild current. According to the information Kaze had provided him with, the Captain he'd come for was staying aboard the station while his ship was moored for maintenance of some sort. He knew all too well that most Captains when enjoying a period of leisure would most likely spend it within the confines of a bar, as entertaining as the thought might be, an open brawl was hardly the right approach, this was a big-game hunt.
With his own life and reputation on the line, this had to be subtle and it couldn't draw any attention to him. He'd know his main objective was a failure if people had even the roughest of an idea of who had killed the Captain, using that to gauge his efficiency for now. Spotting several junction-boxes for power supply and limited security around certain sections of the bar whilst still walking towards it, he'd already come up with a rough scheme of what he was going to do.
The bar interior was packed, this was to be expected, the Captain and his crew were enjoying themselves, or at least what was left of their brief vacation. Unaware that someone was going out of their way to ensure that this was his last moment of bliss. Sparing no expense and wasting no time, Lukas would do one complete lap of the venue, taking note of the entrances and exits as well as where everyone was seated, using his sharp mind to memorize every point of access and the positions of every person in the room, keeping note of one sleaze-bag in particular before he rounded the corner towards the junction-box, trampling one of the cables underfoot and cutting the lights within the bar, leaving the men and their booze in pitch-blackness, as well as dimming the surroundings greatly.
With a brisk hustle to the pace of his foot-steps and iron grip on a cable he'd brought with him, Lukas would use his brief window to pace inside, wrap the cable around his target's neck in the darkness and incapacitate them, ensuring that he didn't pull hard enough to kill but just make speaking or even murmuring an impossibility.
When the lights finally returned and the Captain's friends noticed him missing, they assumed that he must have got up and wandered out in his drunken state, a seamless performance and retrieval.
"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."
By the time Anbjorn managed to shake himself awake, the first thing he'd be greeted by was the pounding of his head, it was almost as if someone had taken his brain out, thrown it into a blender and then stitched it back in. His hands and legs wouldn't move at all, but then he began to realize that something about the space he was in was both familiar but also off-kilter, he was hung upside down and bound by the feet and hands.
A pair of green eyes seemed to be glaring right at him, the figure obscured by the shadows of the room that the single dim source of light simply wasn't strong enough to dispel. He wasn't sure if he should say anything, or if he could even say anything given how badly his throat ached, it felt like someone had just about crushed his wind-pipe but had the slightest bit of restraint to not squeeze hard enough to kill him.
"Five years ago, you interdicted a transport ship filled with Cretan emigrants who were on their way to Freeport-5. In your position and given the tendency of my superiors, I'd have most likely killed them all and been done with it. But you.. you went a little further. You rounded up all the women and took your pick.."
Anbjorn knew where this was going, this was a vendetta, one that had come full circle, if he were unbound he would try fighting for his life, but it was clear that his assailant was at the least two steps ahead of him.
"Kira Bom-Sol. Warm, brown eyes and a big heart. You fancied her for her looks, so you did what most degenerate men do. You didn't take no for an answer, you held her down and abused her in the worst way possible. It probably made you feel strong, but yet now, here you are. Strung up like a pig."
Taking a moment to size up his captor, Anbjorn determined that even if he were free to move, he would most likely be beaten senseless, the man in front of him was by no means a push-over and that must have been exactly how he dragged him here. He thought for a moment where exactly 'here' was but couldn't see anything distinct enough to reach a conclusion for that.
"Confused where you are? This is the exhaust section of Ronneburg's main reactor. Where all the heat sinks and vents are at work. In fact, you're tied to an outlet. One with a reputation for blowing a gasket or two. No need to worry, I made sure to loosen them for you. In exactly five minutes when the pipes groan under the stress of managing this station's power supply, you're going to feel Kira's pain ten-fold. Don't bother begging or crying for help."
Now that he'd mentioned it and having looked for himself, Anbjorn took note of the fact that his feet were tied to a set of support beams, a sizable pipe positioned between his legs, one that was just about glowing red and beginning to shake. By the time he worked up the ability to speak again and just as he began to mouth words, the pipe's gaskets gave way, releasing burning hot gas and liquid melted through his flesh, charring him in the most sensitive of places and eventually bubbling through his body and out of the holes in his head.
He screamed continually until the fuel reached his neck, at which point it must have burned through his vocal chords before finally charring what must have been his 'brains'. It was a gruesome mess, but not one that Lukas was going to bother cleaning up. No, this man had to be an example, leaving him like this was a clear enough message to his crew that if they ever tried to follow in their Captain's footsteps, they'd wind up here.
Feeling satisfied the dead fool before him had endured a sufficient and equal pain to that of the victim, Lukas turned on his heels and retraced his steps. The walk back to the Dromedary being much less eventful and calmer. It was entirely likely that nobody would find the Captain at least until the next morning, which was still five hours away. Enough time for him to be far away from any and all suspicion.
"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."