Krull had been awake for at least four hours now cleaning up his latest mess, a Quillback Boar. He had caught the creature in his free time a while back and it had now been fattened up enough to butcher. Not much was wasted or thrown away, only the skull, spine, and hooves for personal taste. The ribs were left alone while most of everything else was ground up, seasoned, and turned into sausages, even the blood. If it was one thing other than cannons these spacefarers had invented, herbs and spices were among the greatest. In the end Krull had harvested a little over thirty pounds of meat, all stocked inside his room.

To avoid any annoying confrontations, especially from that horse creature, Krull activated the sanitation bots that were so generously "gifted" to him soon after his living habits became known to the crew. Adjusting to life outside Galor had been a trying experience, these aliens were just so alien in a lot of respects. An example being the odd looks he got when he licked the blood off his blade or when he ate the human who [i]really[/i] didn't want him on The Alamo, Anthony was it? Not important, they were just going to vent his corpse when the flesh was just as good as anything else around here. Either way Krull had found it easier to just roll with the cultural punches as it were, they could be as nonsensical as they wanted. With that the little robots finished scrubbing the blood off of him and began giving his room the same treatment, Krull himself holstering the cleaver and left towards the galley with tablet in hand.

Neat devices these tablets were, infinite amounts of information with a swipe of the claw. It was with this device he had learned of the different ways to prepare meats, like the sausages. With food in mind he turned around and returned to his room, grabbing a bone before cracking it in half easily with a single crunch. He always did like marrow. Returning to his original destination, Krull looked through the missions with a spark of excitment. The siege reminded him of home, how the weaker tribes would hide in their caves while he and his fellow warriors stormed their entrances. It was the only real option, with a press of a button it was done and Krull found himself in the galley. May others were already awake and instead of joining in on any conversations, Krull just found the nearest corner and sat there, idly chewing on the bone trapped between his jaws.