"Space Moss eh? I personally don't partake in the stuff. Ripper occasionally would, to relax when not working. Though he enjoyed partaking in Red Psychostims..." Helix paused, as his pupils widened. "At that point, we all would stay far away from the potential blast radius that Ripper would make with the carnage." He quickly shook his head, "... You know, even though he was an idiot, and never knew the word of subtlety, I am going to miss him." Ripper held his head down low, for a moment as he mourned the passing of his fallen comrade, before quickly moving it back up. "Still, told the bastard that he didn't need to wear that many guns." 

Helix stretched out his arms and glanced at Wildmax, "Anyway. Yeah, I'll show you to the ship, as I've got a few stuff I need to do over there, before going off and rescuing someone from slavers with you fellows." Helix flicked out his forked tongue as he began licking around one of his non-metal fangs, as he removed a piece of food that was lodged in his gums. He quickly swallowed it, "Ah, 'scue that, thing was bothering me."