Cridrac of Garbrann
Bridge of the Defiance
Cridrac had been made aware of the facts related to the most probable plan to be executed through the leadership. Authorized by one of the prisoners guarding the imprisoned guards, although under strict watch, he had observed the meeting and its connotations concerning leadership and direction. The opportunity to speak never came, as he felt it best to remain a passive observer, until the perfect moment. This was that moment.
With the rest of his 'crew', he had convinced one of the mutineers to allow him to speak with the new command on the prisoners' behalf. Without his batons or blaster, wearing a dark achromatic jumpsuit, Cridrac made his way to the bridge. He had requested that one of the mutineers follow him, as a guarantee of his good-will toward the new crew. He didn't want a criminal to be training a weapon on him the entire time, but it just felt safer than wandering the halls alone. He wasn't a Dhasath, but there were probably several beings who would love the chance to consume him.
Nearing the bridge he paused.
Would this work?
He hoped it would, because if it didn't than he would become desperate. Once he made his way inside the bridge, he waited until his guard had positioned themselves next to the door.
Here goes nothing.
Cridrac approached the two individuals who had ascended to the leadership. Unorthodox seemed the best word to describe them. The female, clearly a Dhasath, resembled your average Dhasath with a few small exceptions. Those eyes were wrong, only Kiel had that color. The male, something wasn't right about him either. He was tall, Cridrac estimated over six feet. A Dhasath over six feet was unheard of, especially when combined with flaxen hair. He could have been a Kiel, as he possessed the proper height. However, he was lacking the signature lobes and common bio-enhancements. Why the crew had chosen these two, there was no clear answer. Finally he had resigned himself to the possibility of the presence of speciesism between the ship's unconventional life-forms leading to the election of these two candidates.
"I would like to speak on the behalf of myself and my three comrades currently contained, as there may be a solution which is mutually beneficial for us."
Cridrac would explain, if given the chance, on how the four (himself included) Kiellar crew members who had escaped death were interested in being tasked with securing the ship. It would seem logical that the ship have some form of security on board, preferably if a large percentage of the crew were to disembark. If this plan failed, Cridrac would speak of an alternative, serving as elite security, in the format of two guards for each one of the Defiance's new leaders.
He had agreed with himself long ago that if given the chance he would run to the Kiellar Empire. There was so much waiting for him which he had spent decades on. For the moment, that was impractical, as to why his group's rash decision was made.
