Nefitt follows Xevec, his own hand resting on the holster of his Dracon as he steps off the parked Bug Fighter. In his other hand is his briefcase, complete with portable pool, nutrient packets and his personal Kandrona supply. His host's dark eyes take in the massive docking bay, expression remaining unreadable.
Quietly, he steps up beside Xevec. "Large," he murmurs. "We should learn this ship quickly, as well as those docked within it." His gaze falls on the fighters that are currently unoccupied, docked neatly. "As long as this place is a mystery, we are at a disadvantage."
Farrah maneuvers the Skimmer into the larger portion of the docking bay, the landing struts touching down and making the entire ship rock gently. As the ship powers down Isren takes control, moving through the ship and collecting Kandrona and nutrient packets, stowing as many as possible in a large messenger bag.
<<You think they're going to steal the Kandrona?>> Farrah asks, curious.
<<I don't know,>> Isren responds. <<But I would prefer to have rations on my person until I see that the Andalite is going to hold true to his word.>>
Once satisfied, Isren relinquishes control again, allowing Farrah to open the hatch and descend the ramp. Her eyes immediately search for familiar faces, and they land on the dark, messy dreadlocks of Nefitt's host first. Ordering the Skimmer's hatch closed and locked, she looks around for a way to the upper level.
Keslin stands at the base of the Bug Fighter, watching his people disembark.
<<So few,>> he comments sadly to Chris, focusing on the survivors, trying to ignore the tug of guilt that toys at him. He waits patiently until everyone is off of their various ships, hanging back a bit. Most of the surviving rebels seem to be giving him a bit of a wide berth too, looking around with nervous curiosity, waiting for Keslin to tell them what to do.
As soon as Farrah has made her way up to their level he clears his throat. "Thank you for following us here," he begins, giving a small, slightly lopsided smile.
"Where else would we have gone, Keslin?" Valerie asks, reaching up to tuck a wisp of dark hair beneath her head scarf. Her smile is gentle as she looks Chris up and down. "It is good to see you, my friend."
Her comment seems to ease some of the tension in Chris' shoulders, and Keslin nods. "Right. It's good to see you too. It's good to see all of you." He meets each of their eyes in turn, nodding at them. Even Dan, who only scowls and looks away, his brows furrowed suspiciously.
"The Andalites," Keslin continues, casting a glance towards Ossanlin, grateful for his decision to remain in human morph, "have cast a devastating blow on our people. All of our people, Yeerk, human and Hork-Bajir alike."
He pauses, taking in a breath. He's never been one for speeches, and the slight crimson flush at his neck betrays his nervousness. Resolving to keep it brief, he continues. "Many good people are dead. People we lived with, worked with. People we loved. But we are not all dead, and Kandrona knows we are fighters. Survivors. These Andalites here -- they are survivors as well. They have turned their backs on their own people for us. I'm not asking you to trust them, but I am asking you to do as you have done in the past and trust me. For now, at least, these Andalites are our only sanctuary. They can provide us food and shelter and Kandrona, and should we decide to find our own way they will not stop us."
He pauses again, his smile rueful. "All I can ask of you is your cooperation. But you have all earned the right to decide your own fates. I only hope that you choose to stand by me, and by our new allies."
