[color=41669C][h3]Brek[/h3][/color]
[sup]Location: Passenger Room[/sup][hr][hr]
	However long the trip was to Triple S, Brek had stood at the back of the passenger compartment for the duration of it, nearly unmoving. Every so often his helmeted head would turn to observe the others, his surroundings, or he would cross his arms. He didn't speak to the others in the passenger compartment either. The only response anyone could get out of him, had they tried, was a gruff grunt of acknowledgement or a growl of annoyance. He never even bothered to give them his name. There were more important matters taking up his attention.

	For the moment, his main objective was to observe the others. From what Brek could tell initially, the others aboard the ship were giants compared to him, and a few seemed to be less organic than he expected them to be. Other cultures often made his head hurt, when it came to their treatment of inorganic creatures. Mechanical beings or anything semi-mechanical were meant to work mines and crack asteroids-- and that was all. Why were they programming them to have self-awareness on other planets? Some of them even seemed to have complex programming that mimicked organic sentience-- but that was all it was, [i]programming.[/i]

	To say he took issue with the presence of these "tools" was an understatement. No matter how lifelike they may be, Brek knew they had their place in the lower tier. 

	The others were subject to his more complex judgments, however. While the Commander was easy to adjust to, seeing as he was simply the one in charge, the others would take time. Brek needed to know where they belonged in the [i]KosRah[/i]. Were they above or below him? Were they on the same level? What perks did they receive for their position? How was he to interact with them individually versus as a group? Truth was, Brek's aloof attitude was wholly due to his current discomfort with the chaos meeting groups of new species presented.

	The eventual presence of the Commander put Brek at ease, however. Knowing where at least one other being was on the KosRah always settled his nerves. When the Commander spoke, Brek obediently listened. Both of Brek's weapons were bonded to his armor by variable metallic holster plates, letting them rest comfortably on his back so, when it came time to move, he was ready. Wither he was the first or the last off the ship, he didn't much care, but Brek stepped forward as soon as their Commander ordered he do so.