Syv silently stood next to Navi as the argument that was now mostly between their leader and the Halion proceeded. The latter spewed some more bloodthirsty nonsense, insulted his whole race, but nevertheless took a seat. Displeased, he took a seat next to Navi. Did the Halion female not understand that survival was a priority? Granted, she was cooperating now, but based on her speech about the bliss of battle, this…confrontation…was probably far from over. Maybe their leader had been hasty in his aggression? [i]No, [/i]Syv thought firmly [i]There’s no way that anything else would have worked better. Not with someone so unreasonable. But why do Halions even go out of their way to conquer other species if they could just fight among themselves?[/i] The concept of strife however wasn’t something that Syv could understand, so he gave up on that line of thought.

As their engineer went to pilot the escape pod, Syv strapped himself in the seat. He felt a brief pang of regret that he had never attempted to learn pilot space crafts – planetary vehicles were more his forte – but he knew that operating anything capable of space flight was usually much more complex than what he was used to. And more lethal, as far as racing was concerned. He was admittedly disappointed when he heard that the AI would pilot their pod. Despite that he felt an inkling of the well-known thrill involved in driving a machine. He was just a passenger this time, but there was the thrill of entering the planet’s atmosphere to look forward to. Syviis had never been in an escape pod and he was sure this would prove to be a delightful experience. He just hoped they didn’t crash to death.