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Although he holds the nominal military rank of General, Loknur served in the Sontarans' Medical and Environmental division before the Rutan Strain was purged by the Koda. Despite the low esteem in which mere medics are generally held in the Sontaran military, he was responsible for several strategically valuable developments prior to his exile, including a bioengineered airborne pathogen that disrupts a Rutan's ability to remain shape-shifted, and a cybernetic technique that halves the time required to take an energy burn.
Thanks to his augmented intelligence and superlative understanding of biology and genetics, he worked out very early in his life why his abilities were so far beyond those of a normal Sontaran. He swiftly realized that the High Command were unlikely to tolerate his existence or those of his counterparts if their true nature were ever revealed, but that only made him even more determined to prove to himself that he was no less of a Sontaran because of the Rutans' genetic tampering. Over time, that determination evolved into something close to fanaticism.
He kept an eye on the other members of the Rutan Strain over the years, so he noticed quite quickly when they started disappearing in the Koda purge. He'd doctored his personal medical records to conceal his own genetic abnormalities, but not well enough to withstand a really determined investigation. Gathering a few hundred survivors of the Rutan Strain under his personal command, he hijacked three light destroyers and fled Sontaran space.
Loknur wants to be the architect of the final Sontaran victory against the Rutan Host - not out of egotism, or a desire for personal power, but out of a wish to prove himself. Deep down, the knowledge that he is, in a sense, a creation of the Rutans, has left him with a deep-seated inferiority complex that he compensates for with an even more fanatical devotion to the Sontaran war effort than is usual in the Sontaran ranks.
Dealing with humans has forced Loknur to tone down the customary Sontaran abrasiveness. He's still brisk and to-the-point, but he's developed a certain amount of skill at negotiation and even discovered a rather dry sense of humor.
Scion of one of Earth's wealthiest corporate dynasties, Ramon Delfino was a notorious playboy until his late twenties. He's now in his late forties, but his reputation as an empty-headed hedonist still persists. Most of his fellow Board members dismiss him as a self-absorbed idiot, which suits him quite nicely.
His Damascus Road conversion took place during a VIP inspection of one of IMC's mining facilities on an airless planetoid. A bomb planted by anti-IMC radicals blew a hole in the pressurized dome, killed most of the rest of his VIP party, and almost killed him. His life was saved by some of the plant's low-grade workers, people he was never supposed to meet or talk to. His baffled incomprehension at the terrorists' motives opened the floodgates; his rescuers told him in graphic detail exactly why someone would want to strike at the company.
Shocked, sobered, and somewhat ashamed, Delfino vowed to change the company. Now that he was actually bothering to pay attention, he rapidly realized that most of IMCs other shareholders knew exactly what the company was, and didn't care as long as the profits kept rolling in. He tried to ameliorate the worst of the company's excesses through his own private charity, but he knew that that could be no more than a stopgap. Direct action would be needed.
He was in the process of creating the Lyttell Geste when Loknur approached him to propose an alliance. In truth, it's Loknur and his Sontarans, rather than Delfino, who are responsible for the organization's extraordinary success as a pirate group, but it's Delfino's Scarlet-Pimpernel-ish role as an IMC mole that has prevented the company from finding and destroying the Lyttell Geste - so far.
His social crusade has given Delfino a purpose in life which he always lacked. It's become his sole raison d'etre. He has no interest in power for himself - in fact, the thought of all that responsibility makes him queasy - but he's determined to take control of IMC so that he'll have the power to help others
A silver(ing) fox, Delfino is handsome, cultured, and exceptionally charming. And fashionable, always fashionable. His face always has a fashionable tan, his silver-threaded hair is worn in a fashionable ponytail, and his teeth flash in fashionably white perfection when he smiles, which he does frequently. He cultivates a slight Hispanic accent and a mellow, languid manner. Most of those who speak to him for any length of time come away with the feeling that he holds whatever superficial opinions the media drip-feeds him, but has never had an original idea in his life.
If he's speaking to someone he trusts - or who knows his secret - he drops the act and speaks with a quiet authority and a slightly disturbing intensity. He doesn't raise his voice or indulge in needless theatrics, but the PCs will be left with the impression of a revolutionary repressing his firebrand tendencies through pure force of will.