*Weavel lets his head drop down for a moment as he retracts his scythe. When he looks back up at Alaina, his voice turns quiet and ominous.*
Of course you want to retreat, you soulless coward. You'd just be okay with leaving everyone behind. Do you know what Pirates do to people like you?
*He starts to look around, noticing that the ship drifts through the void.*
... But my ship does need repairs.
Akai: Xanthus is currently without engine power.
Weavel: Don't call it that.
Akai: But that is the name of the ship. You selected it. Do you regret naming it after-
Weavel: Just stop. Am I going to have to call for transfer?
*Weavel goes quiet for a moment, looking around the room, then finally meets Alaina's gaze again.*
Weavel: We're deep in Federation plots and Kennet robots and you think the Dark Star can help? I'd say this needs Pirate intervention, but they're probably behind all of this.
*Weavel lifts a hand to point one finger toward Alaina.*
Weavel: You'd better help me find everyone else or I swear I will cut you to pieces for your selfishness. Akai... go ahead and call the Dark Star.