Vekt tapped on the visor of his helmet in the middle of the hired guns of the Galactic Federation. And a killer robot which would be traveling with them until they deal with the X spreading baddies and the legendary bounty hunter on the run. Things seemed bigger and worse than ever. There they stood, a handful of people with the fate of the universe(possibly) in their hands.
And now they needed to choose a leader. The Vergesian ran calculations in his head. The unique figures each had their pros and cons, he was sure, but he wasn't clearly aware of any yet. His instincts lead him into voting for the towering dragon, but the reasonable part of his head whispered to think at least twice more. After a moment of wondering he decided to make one tiny detail clear.
"...I'm not willing to take that role, if anyone's interested."
He said in a nearly whispering voice.