Quel marched along the metallic halls of the beautiful vessel called [i]Killer's Heaven[/i] he'd wondered to her most intimate parts thinking of the ways he love to force himself onto her, but he was in no position to disobey Arabar. The peace he enjoyed now was due to Quel's loyalty and it was not something he was willing to give up so easily. His long tainted servo-arms sat at rest coiled around his power pack as an eager smile fell on the Warpsmith's face as he wondered what damage he'd repair after the coming battle. He knew that there was no major threat to the ship if the plan went by smoothly, but if there was anything he could take from his centuries and centuries of battle experience it was to expect the unexpected.

His nights under Arabar's lead had been long and unusual to the Warpsmith as the quieting of the voices allowed him a clarity of mind he was not used to. They were still there, still calling in a tongue unfamiliar to him, but they were quiet and to Quel, this seemed almost unnatural. He had always assumed the moment when he'd hear the voices start to fade, he'd be upon the blade of his enemies. Taking note of the heat signatures near by fading into the vision of his bionic left eye, Quel felt he was at a disadvantage in the coming battle, his forte was siege and the idea of purposely missing a machines most intimate parts seemed foreign to him, he did not like that the battle barges importance imposed a respect demanded from his but it was his only choice.

Despite his slight disadvantage Quel planned his attack, he'd focus on damage assessment and ensure the ship was ready to leave just as Arabar planned. The idea excited him, for a time the [i]Killer's Heaven[/i] seemed as a forbidden fruit, he was not used to restraining himself, as he'd often express his perverse desires on other machinery but he had no time for that recently, he had to focus and come to learn what made the [i]Killer's Heaven[/i] tick, to learn her architecture and past patch ups, so that he could prove his usefulness in the coming coup.