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Varrus strode onto the bridge in the midst of the conversation, calm now that the alarms had stopped. He would have been there sooner, had he not gotten lost in the twisting hallways of the ketch. The alarms blaring and the pre-recorded fallen voice playing over and over sure didn't help.

As he listened to the conversation, his gaze drifted around the bridge of the ketch. An enormous throne, clearly meant for a being of far greater size than Scythe, sat in the back of the room, on an elevated section of the floor. Below that, a variety of datascreens were laid out around the room, some in circles, and some against the walls. Most's attention was directed to a set of armoured windows set into the far end of the room, beyond which a direlect ketch drifted. As his gaze wandered, he locked eyes with a blade captian looking over its shoulder. The two held each others untrusting stares as a challenge for a full minute, until Varrus heard something along the lines of "boarding party". The titan reluctantly tore his gaze from the blue eyes of his four-armed counterpart, and turned to adress the exo called Sauron. The captian must have taken it as a sign of weakness, for it let out a cold laugh and returned to its datascreen. Dammed bug was lucky they were on  roughly the same side, otherwise he'd have already snapped its neck. Shruging off his distase for sharing a space with the carrion birds of humanity as best he could, the titan spoke.

"I'm in. Might as well find something to do, otherwise it'll be along flight."

After all, the titan thought, it was at least better to be trapped on a ketch where he could shoot whatever he disliked, than sitting around getting into staring contests with arrogent captians on this one.