With little else to do in the hanger other than get in folks way, Rane decided to head on down to the training area. He remembered the cyborg girl, Nafi, was gonna go there and he was keen to scout out her fighting style. He heard One-eye throw an insult his way, or at least he thought it was an insult. The officer had a distinct lack of talent when it came to the old one liners, so Rane was never sure when he was being insulted or if One-eye was just making observations. Still, Rane was never one to keep his peace.

"You human's, always feeling such pride at the smallest of accomplishments. It would fill my murderous heart with joy to witness such a backwater species reach such relative greatness, that was if I actually had one, eh?" he had overheard his rival describing him to Val, the newbie. Rane thought saying he had no heart was a bit strong, after all, Canmorians had two hearts! Still, it was nice of him to say he was good in a fight, showed his talents were being appreciated.

Sauntering down the corridors Rane spotted Mylik fiddling around with one of the cameras. He was tempted to backtrack and find another route too the training facility to avoid having to see the Kiaslikian again. [i]But dammit, why should I, I was here first! He should be trying to ignore me! Maybe I should even educate him a little about life on this ship![/I] Filled with resolve he began to stomp towards Mylik. 

"What the hell are you doing with that camera!" he growled, fiercer than he intended, but quickly deciding feroicty might be the right avenue here. "Put it back. Now. You want to know about the security systems on this ship, and I'm going to fucking show you." Rane was aware he was using alotta human swear words, but he wasn't sure if Mylik knew any Canmorian curses, and he was damn certain he didn't know any Kiaslikian ones. Come to think about it, if they were all as wet as Mylik looked then they probably didn't have any. 

"You better be in the training area in two minutes. You don't want me coming looking for you."He didn't even wait for Mylik to finish putting the camera away, just started marching down the halls again. It seemed harsh, but Rane was sure it was the right way to do things. He didn't think Mylik had the stones to oppose him, but he aimed to change that. The Marauders were a dangerous bunch, and came up against dangerous situations. If Mylik was feared of talking about a little bloodshed then he would never handle life aboard this ship. More than likely he'd end up just another dead recruit. Rane was under no illusions that a trip to the training centre would have a drastic change in that, but maybe it would give the Newbie a heads up of the brutality to expect from life here. 

He entered the training room. If he was in the canteen or sleeping on his favourite couch then he was usually here, breaking stuff. He was happy to see that Nafi was indeed here, practicing with a sparring bot in the centre ring. Crossing the room he relaxed carelessly against the rings top rope, keen to see the cyborgs style. [i]Lets see how good you are.[/I]