Rak shrugged at the arbiter's demeaning words, brushing them off like so little asteroid dust and replacing his garrote at his belt, following along at the shout of 'move in'. As he passed the arbiter, he gave his broadest, friendly grin, and a salute that simply -dripped- with sarcasm. Katan's words, overheard by the jackal's sharp ears, only made him grin even wider. -Katan- had said he could go in for the kill, meaning the arbiter had defied orders. Which meant he was in the right. Oh, the irony of indirectly getting in a serious fuck you at a high ranking man... Once they all began to move, he leaned back against a wall, thankfully keeping his voice down incase anyone was nearby.

"So, heretics. They -did- send rather few of us for an entire base, don't you think? Should be more fun that way."

Fun. He considered this -fun-. Well, some people are just meant to kill, 'spose...