Grick stayed off to the side of the Captain as she rattled off their jobs and roles. Once again she was insistent on a member of the crew harming her so as to give the illusion of a rough mutiny; Grick's tendrils twitched uncomfortably at the thought. He would be a good fit for that duty, he knew - he had long since discovered that most kinds of aliens were extraordinarily... breakable, by the standards of the Children. Even so, he could not have brought himself to do it himself. He hated to harm anyone, especially a friend.

To that end, he lumbered over to the ship's Navigator, Niseli. The feline alien was regarding her other partner, Paxyntrotka, with an... interesting gaze. She had just concluded another vicious tirade at the captain's expense, and so he crouched slightly as he approached her, a hesitant tone in his voice. "Vaunted Navigator," he began, using the traditional title of any child capable of flying a pod ship, "I believe I have been assigned to help you find us a new ship. I hope you will not object to my accompanying you and Paxyntrotka for your first task - I could give off the appearance of..." he struggled a moment for the alien term he was looking for, "hired muscle? After your contact is found, we could look for a ship. I... well, I could be of some use in its maintenance."

Engine repair. Would that be his new job? He was likely qualified, but... [i]the water in the pod ship was boiling outside his suit. Tred'elor, one of the control deck personnel, came lurching at him through the bubbles and the steam, her flesh melting in her bone casing. She screamed. He had done this.[/i]

The Child shuddered, shook away the memory, and drew a tendril along his back in a gesture to ward off evil. "In any case, Navigator, I am at your service."