“Out of my way, human,” Odrak shoved the unsuspecting sailor aside, causing the poor man to stumble into the walls. The wotaury, of course, paid no heed to the man’s misfortune as the only thing that was on his mind was the source of the cheering and shouting coming from the prison hold. Odrak had been around long enough, and worked in enough ships to know that the cause was usually one of two things. Either the humans were performing their stupid birth celebrations, or there was finally some action on the dull ship; both of which Odrak enjoyed ruining.<br/><br/>He shouldered his way through a set of doors, ducking under the low entrance and into the dimly lit prison hold. The already cramped space was filled even further with the gathering crew who appeared to have surrounded a particular cell, cheering at what must have been a scuffle. Odrak breathed air out of his nose in irritation. Why was it that humans carried prisoners anyway? They were just a waste of space and food.<br/><br/>“Shut up you runts!” Odrak bellowed, his low voice overshadowing the rest of the crew members. The entire room immediately went silent, the collective faces of the humans turning to stare at him. The vast majority of them feared his size and aggression, and he preferred it that way. “How many are dead?” he asked the nearest man, who shrank under his glare. The men shuffled to the sides of the room awkwardly, leaving an open path to the cell they had been surrounding. He looked over to see two figures blooded and bruised; one of them the female prisoner captured in the last battle, and the other a deck hand.<br/><br/>Odrak scoffed. “Not even one? You people are weak.” Although he said that, it was actually somewhat of a good thing that there weren’t any casualties. He was under the orders of that one female quartermaster to keep people from killing one another, especially since everyone was on edge after the pirate attack. And she was probably one of the only humans on this ship that was genuinely frightening.<br/><br/>He lumbered into the open prison cell and stared down at the two humans, who had stopped fighting once he’d entered. Then he reached over and grabbed the male, lifting him up by the scruff of his clothing. “You humans are all so soft. How the hell did you flesh-bags become the largest empire?” Odrak growled. The man struggled in his grip, kicking his legs in the air. “Put me down you bastard!” he cried. Odrak sneered. “Suit yourself,” he replied, tossing the deck hand out of the cell. Then he turned to face the female human who was still chained to the prison wall.<br/><br/>“As for you,” he said, un-holstering his blunderbuss and levelling the barrel with her head. “Maybe I should finish you off like the rest of your crew.”