Mylik reflexively shrank away from Rane's apparent blood lust, a perfectly reasonable response to it. Still, it went someway to hurting the Canmorian's feelings all the same. 
"Then I will have to check out the security systems again. After all, if something always goes wrong, then we should always be ready. I'll be in my quarters if anyone needs me," 
Rane watched him leave Mylik leave, an anxious rush to the Kiaslikian's movements, no doubt to get away from Rane himself. 

"I'm always ready too," he called after the mouth less alien "That's why I strapped this bloody great big sword to my back." but the Kiaslikian was probably long gone by the time he had finished. "Certainly isn't to accessorise" he added under his breath.

[i]Probably just as well nobody ever introduces themselves to you,[/i] Rane thought to himself. He was feeling slightly dejected now. Left out of the mission, on a ship with a bunch of newb's, with nothing to do and no one to speak to. Then again it was hardly a new predicament. Apart from swinging a sword he had no real skills aboard the ship, couldn't even fire a blaster all that well. . . 

The blaster he thought, his mood perking somewhat. Perhaps he could still be of some use after all. He left the briefing room, moving at a brisk pace with the practised confidence of someone who knew this ship very well. He quickly found his destination, the armoury, where he assumed he would find Darius. He poked his head round the frame and found he was right in his assumption. 

"Nice weapons," Rane said in way of announcing his presence before moving quickly onto the reason of the visit, "Got ya a present." Before tossing his wrist blaster across the room to the former merc. 

"A Canmorian wrist blaster" he explained. "Straps around your wrist like a vambrace. Fires superheated plasma. Instant burning death, and very useful on an ice planet. I reckon a man of your talents could find a use or two for it." Rane was grinning now. Truth be told he hardly used the thing. When he had first began his quest all those long years ago the Skyfather had gifted Rane his sword, but the Canmorian had thought he would have needed more firepower than an outdated melee weapon. He should have trusted in the Skyfather's wisdom for he had rarely met an enemy he couldn't handle with just the sword. He wouldn't miss the blaster, especially for just one mission.