He wasn’t sure if he wanted to say anything.  Without help?  He wasn’t necessarily, because Seraph was there to watch his back and to help him work on the systems.  He also had a vast database of knowledge that would come in handy if Ilion came across a problem he couldn’t solve, or if he needed to know whether some berries found in the forest were poisonous, or when the suns on that lush and beautiful world would set.  Without help he was not, but telling the enemy that he had a highly advanced AI capable of reasoning was the last thing he wanted to do.  Urudal might’ve set his sights on his precious Seraph.<br/><br/>The thought of a truce interested him, though.  Not that he felt he could believe or trust Urudal in the slightest, because the ginormous warrior thing down there was going to care more than ever about the money so he could replace his busted ass ship.<br/><br/>Then Urudal called him a kitten and asked for the cat.  It blindsided him, though he wasn’t sure why.  He didn’t look the part, didn’t look big enough, old enough, or bad enough to fuck everything up as much as he had over the years.  He put a hand on his hip and shifted his weight, staring down in disappointment at the bounty hunter.  To his credit, it didn’t take Urudal long to catch on.<br/><br/>“Yeah, that’s me,” he sighed.  “Though I prefer<i>Lion</i>.  Cats are lap pets.”  Ilion looked to the unfortunate mess both their ships were.  How much of Urudal’s vessel was even functional?  Were there any systems that could even be salvaged?  It had to be worse off than the Sidriel… right?  “Shit park job, by the way,” he commented, making his way down to get his feet on solid earth.<br/><br/>Even though he didn’t trust Urudal as far as he could throw him, which was probably a big whopping zero anyway, there wasn’t that much of a threat at the moment.  What good would it have done the man to kill him now?  He was more valuable alive, and if the bounty hunter tried anything that lead to Ilion’s death, Seraph would likely find a way to enable something capable of killing him to exact revenge.<br/><br/>“Fair warning,” he began, holding up his wrist.  “This band is monitoring my vital signs.  If I die or if it comes off for too long, the Sidriel’s power core will detonate, taking a chunk out of this planet.  I’ll agree to this truce for now, but we both play nice.  You don’t try to fuck me over, I’ll return the favour.”