Rane nodded slightly while listening to Darius's response, as if he could understand the humans sentiment's but didn't quite agree with him. A short pause, then he answered, his voice holding all the solemnity of a priest preaching to his congregation.

“I just like hitting things with my sword.” Of course that was only part of the reason he did what he did, but whenever people find out about his other reason, the main reason, was they called him crazy. 

The group started dispersing after that, all heading to get mission ready or to introduce themselves to each other. Rane, who had no real talents other than casually dismembering other sentient species, found himself with little to do. He was just about to amble back through to the common room and continue his snooze when Mylik approached him. 

"I am Mylik, you've probably only rarely seen me, but I assure you that I've been here long enough to know you are a veteran aboard this ship compared to the others, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance." He took Rane by surprise at first, but that was quickly surpassed by astonishment and glee. Rane hadn't even considered how Mylik would be able to speak with no mouth, and his innate curiosity was piqued by this new revelation. He had imagined the Kiaslikian would have possessed some for of telepathy or communicated through smells, but this was far more interesting. 

“Rane Traxian, Rane to my friends, a real bastard to my enemies,” responded the Canmorian, bowing his head slightly, a sign of respect for his people. “So you'll be in charge while the cap is gone huh? Don't worry, I'll have your back if anything goes wrong.” 

He lent in close to Mylik, conspiratorially close. “Something alwaaaays goes wrong!” he whispered gleefully.