[Center][B][U]Aboard The Nightingale[/U][/B][/Center]

Rulmar was sitting in his room aboard the Nightingale, which was set up more as an office than a living space. It was mostly filled by his desk and the multiple devices with ranged uses. He spent more time searching for leads than enjoying himself, so it was fitting, in his opinion. The Volus was currently looking over specific information involving some Arms-Dealers with the use of his Omni-Tool. He muttered a few things to himself, as he heard stomping outside his door. He knew this meant one of two things; Zaygra was angry about something and wished to annoy him, or Wrrlevge was coming to ask questions and stink him the area like the oaf he was. As the door opened, Rulmar saw it was the latter, and simply sighed. The Wookiee was a giant compared to him, but Rulmar wasn't afraid. Wrrlevge wasn't as vicious as most of his race in general, he had some restraint, and somewhat had morals as well. "Is there something you need, Tree-Clan?" He asked, closing the information he had been viewing in order to, sadly, converse with the creature in front of him.

"Rrroaaarrrgghhh." Wrrlevge growled, starring down at the Volus. He seemed to not be hostile, but rather curious. 

"Pardon me," Rulmar suddenly said, taking a deep breath and exhaling. "I still do not... Completely grasp your language. I have to focus in order to understand. Say it again?"

[I]"Are you sure we can trust this man?"[/I] Wrrlevge growled, staring silently afterwards, hoping the Volus caught the message that time. Wrrlevge had been wary of newcomers on the ship; It took time for him to trust Zaygra fully, and he still didn't fully-trust Rulmar. He wasn't the biggest fan of expanding the crew, considering eventually something could go wrong. 

"Oh. You mean the engineer?" Rulmar wasn't surprised. Knowing Wrrlevge wasn't the most trusting of newcomers. Or Him. "From what information I could gather, he's no worse than any of us. I wouldn't worry about it too much, the stress might make your hair start falling out." Rulmar held back a small laugh at his comment, and upon receiving the Wookiee's glare, made sure to stay silent until the laughter was gone. "Ahem... Well, to answer your question, yes. I'm fairly certain he is reliable."

[I]"Fairly certain is not a confident answer."[/I] Wrrlevge complained, not really satisfied. 

"That is true, Tree-Clan. But it is the best answer I can currently give to you. I am confident in the fact you will accept this." Rulmar replied, watching as the Wookiee let out a growl of something he couldn't quite understand, before turning and taking his leave. Though irritated, Rulmar was glad he was gone. He could take his issues up with somebody who wasted their time on board the Nightingale. Like a certain Zabrak. Or their captain. Rulmar personally considered himself much too busy to be very concerned about how Wrrlevge felt, aside from very angry, as that could lead to the need to hide a rather large amount of bodies. Rulmar did not have much concern about the newcomer. He was more worried about the man's well-being than anyone already on the ship. They could be a rowdy bunch.

Rulmar returned to work, muttering to himself; "Transporting limbs is probably not a job the Captain would be interested in."

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Wrrlevge simply walked back towards the bridge. His conversation with the Volus had proven worthless, and it left him skeptical of the newcomer. He wouldn't do anything unless he was proven to be bad for the crew, but that didn't mean he was exactly going to be best friends with him. The Wookiee decided to speak with someone more likable than the Volus, which meant the only two trustworthy people on the ship; Zaygra and Alexio. 

He figured he'd either spot Zaygra on the way to the bridge, or just make the trip and speak to Alexio before they went down to pick up the newcomer. As he walked along, he recalled the ship on the day he and Alexio took it. Wrrlevge could still smell the blood, and though he had enjoyed ripping apart those who deserved it, he knew of some who wouldn't have. A low growl escaped him, as his thoughts drifted off into the past. He was in a rather quiet state, and continued walking.

[Center]"Rrrrroooaaaghhh..."[/Center]