Darvius moved into the officer mess rather finding the large room a waste of space, three full tactical squads could have easily eaten in the same space that was used for the small collection "officers". though it was not his craft, so it was in no way his call. his large armored frame moved slowly and purposefully to his seat, though his actions where more from drilling than anything, he had no interest in impressing any of the gathered beings. most of whom he had served with in the thick of it, had called at least allies in the time of war.<br/><br/>slowly he would lower himself into his eat, taking his place at the right of the captain. as always, Darvius was donning a set of weapons, in this case he was armed with the six barreled, belt fed Assault Cannon, which had been mounted upon his wrist, leaving the gauntlet of his hand free. his other hand was covered in a “glove” that was many times the size of the normal power armored hand, and upon its under side was a massive “chainsaw”. as he sat down he would let the many scanners of his suit pick through the gathered beings, looking for weapons or any sign of distress. the fingers of his chainfist idly tapped at the arm of his “throne”, he normally would have preferred to stand. though he had enough tactic not to spit in the face of a gift. the chair had been built for him and he would put it to use.<br/><br/>after boring himself to death with reading the scans a few times he gently let the left side of his brain shut down resting it for the time being. unless spoken to or asked for his opinion he would remain wordless, curious to learn just what Avorn had in mind this trip.