[color=41669C][h3]Brek[/h3][/color]
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	Though he was the first off of the ship, Brek kept himself as far to the back of the group as possible. When they walked, he wanted all of them within his range of sight, so that observations could be properly made. Several were already interacting and a few seemed to be on familiar terms. For the most part, they all seemed too busy, too talkative, and too relaxed. Matter of fact, the ease with which they seemed to communicate, made Brek wonder if they all weren't previously acquainted before now. No, that couldn't be it.
	
	Humans, from what he recalled, were very sociable and always seeking to make alliances. They were violent, greedy, and rather vain but, on the positive end of things, they were loyal and charismatic-- or so the reports he read had told him. Brek rarely interacted with humans. The higher castes were responsible for communicating diplomatically while he was simply a trained figurehead-- a demonstration of the Danakos warrior lineage and it's prowess. While he didn't debate his job, he knew it required he dial back his curiosities, his questions, for the sake of reports. 
	
	As a result, Brek continued walking alongside the group in silence. He continued to be unresponsive to any interactions that came his way. Keeping a distance, away from possible friendships or otherwise, was for the best. Needless relationships would distract him from objective reports, after all. If he could make it through this mission, satisfy the Assembly's requirements, then Brek knew he would be able to withdraw without incident, and return home in short time. He loathed to admit it but, he was having a particularly bad longing for Danakos this time. 

	Why hadn't they given him more time between missions?
	
	An excursion to one of Danakos' moons, Mugrok, had yielded a vast amount of biological samples to study. Brek had received commendations for cracking the moon's surface, fighting off swarms of [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c9/fe/60/c9fe6098467ae7304fde6c894a71a949.jpg]Danakos System Species# 89-FY[/url], and living to tell the tale. Praises came down from the Assembly for him in such a way that rumors began to circulate that his caste may move forward-- then [i]this[/i] mission came out of nowhere... 

	Brek entered the elevator in silence with the group, rode it in silence, and walked to the GAHL office room just as silently-- 

	Wait, is that what humans called 'wood?' 
	
	Though Brek saw Richard, he was entirely not focused on the man. Immediately upon entering the room, Brek walked toward a table and, rather gingerly, grasped the edge of it then squeezed, then ran his hand over the surface. He felt it just fine through his gloves but, the material absolutely fascinated him. Why would anyone kill a plant just to make a table? Had there not been any caves in early human society? Shaking his head, Brek marked the waste of plant life up to simple human weirdness, then looked around the room. 
	
	It didn't take Brek long to find the darkest corner of the room-- you know the one, between some furniture and the wall? The one where the light didn't quite hit correctly and the firelight flickered eerily into-- that one-- that's the one he moved into. Brek stood there with the same statuesque posture he had on the ship, the same silence, and the same observational head turning. This time? He didn't even grunt to acknowledge anyone-- Brek was horrendously quiet-- lurking beneath the confines of his helmet and armor with award worthy antisocial ability.