Vordak grumbled in his low robotic voice. He had just sat down in the workstation, starting to clean his gun when the alarms went off. He wasn't much of a sleeper to begin with and when he did settle down for a quick snooze, his mind was usually filled with nightmares. He had kept to himself for the most part while on the Exeralune, being a Cyturn and all. It wasn't that he was completely different, it was just his species was apart of the GAN, somewhat on bad relations with the UNT. 

It didn't really matter to Vordak, he no longer cared about the GAN. They left him for dead after a mission gone bad and now he decided to live his own life. Getting on a ship and helping people that lived in the UNT, was not ideal but it was perhaps the only chance he had at doing something worthwhile.

The Cyturn slowly got up from where he had been sitting, slung his rifle on his right shoulder and walked out the door. He was only security personnel so he didn't have a clue what was going on but his services were probably going to be needed. He began to half jog to the front of the ship to see what was going on.