"Of course, I have all the necessary attachments for this rifle, suppressor, various scopes." Darius replied, letting his voice trail off as he did not look up from his rifle to who spoke to him as he twisted off the barrel of the gun and ran a rag down into it. After a few seconds of focused cleaning he screwed the barrel back onto the rifle. He looked up at who was speaking to him and noticed that it was the one nicknamed One Eye, the human Rane didn't quite get along with.

"I don't like the fancy alien weaponry that's all the rage nowadays, nothing will ever replace simple human ingenuity. If there's one thing we know how to do as a species, it's make guns." Darius stated, looking at Thomas as the man sat in a seat opposite the ex-mercenary, flashing a quick grin before he placed his sniper rifle onto it's holster on his back along his machine gun. He then leaned back in his seat, eagerly awaiting the rest of the crew to board the shuttle.