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' take control and place research stations ' ー how dare they defile this devine creation !!

From the sound of it, they'd be expecting possession over the ark.

He didn't like that.

If humans held control over the construct, that meant Ripa did not. There was no way to keep his eyes on every nook and crag with these animals sniffing about. He believed he held far more knowlage of the forerunners relics;; or rather, he felt entitled to the possession of them.

The arbiter allowed the silence to fall a few moments longer, then;

" Perhaps we are in a position to aid eachother. "

&& the metaphorical snake stays hidden in the grass.

&& he didn't seem to be to thrilled about the meeting, himsellf. Carrying his weight with petulantly.

" What tomfoolery causes you to beguile upon this relic ? To return here; likely to face another demise ? "

When he spoke to the captain, it was akin to the sound of the barking of orders. He wasn't afraid of unveiling his expostulation, or his distaste towards his unlikely ally. He saught no purpose for their presence on the Ark. Though;; it was clear that he was holding back somewhat.

" Has enough of your kind not fallen here ? "

&& thick claws would ball into frustrated fists; that lie, quivering upon his side.

He had expected the humans to return to their homeworld, and to rebuild. But instead, they seem to have stuck around, like gnats buzzing around his peripheral vision.