For the first time since his arrival, the vorcha speaks up. While his voice is fairly typical for a member of his species – snarling and high-pitched, with occasional oddly-timed pauses – it is hard not to be impressed by his grasp on basic grammar. “I can go through the maintenance tunnels! There, I will set up distractions! I’m good with… systems!” Moss grins, revealing a row of long, sharp teeth. “You could blast through the Blue Suns while they are in disarray – and then we will regroup and hit the Blood Pack! If I can get some of their vorcha to betray them, we may have a shot at taking out… Ganar Wrang! The rest will scatter!” There is an enthusiastic glint in his eyes.