IC Dessimus - welp
"Your point is unceremoniously nulled because I am not making our defense an assumption of species traits," He growled as softly as he could. "I'm asking you to prepare for something worse than Vorox. Yes, Vorox attacked the ship, so the survivors say. But why on Bara Magna does that mean they were alone?"
He leaned back, idling with his lone piece of silverware. "But it appears I'm causing tension in the proceedings, so I'll move on." He glanced at the Skakdi compatriot during his sentence to see if she had somehow missed his sarcasm. "Besides, us selfless workaholics have to do something with our bleak existences."
"Fe does not carelessly ship its secrets around like children's toys; It would be more believable that the Vorox did this than to a Fe ship. But..."
And then there was a gap of silence as his mind raced over Saffina's plan. The possible factors, the Vorox- who cares the variety- taking over the ship and potentially flying it, the event of losing the cargo haulers...
He tapped the handle of his spoon against the table softly as he puzzled over it, finally setting it back down and glancing back up at Saffina with a soft confidence in his eyes. "There's not many gaps in that but it's the best option available. And given the night we have the visibility advantage."