Archis hid in as small a portion of the ship as he could find, which happened to be some wiring ducts. As he followed the path of the wires looking for the control room of the ship, he did some thinking to himself.

'For all I know, Ensis was the final path of slaughter for these bastards,' he began to himself. 'This means I am the last of my race from Castor, unless the rumors about me having a long lost brother are true, which I doubt. Only a handful of Saiyans remain alive now...

'I can't go back to Castor and rebuild. I don't have a Saiyan mate with which to repopulate the planet. All of our technology was destroyed. I'm officially homeless, my family has been killed...'

Archis came to a halt. Lost in his thoughts, he had come to a halt in front of a vent looking into a room. He didn't know if it was the control room or not, but heard many voices, so he figured he could stop for a bit and listen.

"... and killed over half our squadron! And all for some measly smooth-skinned primate with a tail! You're lucky I'm not reporting all of this to the Prophets."

"Are you crazy? The Prophets don't know that Brackus stole this ship and headed out for that planet in the first place. They always said those... what race was that, Saiyan? They always said the monkeys were too weak to mold into the Covenant, and never green-lighted our attack on them in the first place. Brackus has lost his mind."

"All the more reason to report!"

There was a thud, followed by a slight choking noise. "You listen to me. You report him, and the Prophets will order this ship torn apart, with us inside. They won't care who called them, they'll consider us all traitors. One more peep out of you about- you know what? Nevermind." A loud snap echoed through the wiring vent, followed by the noise of a body sliding down a wall and thudding to the ground. "A pity he didn't know that I'm Brackus' right hand."

Archis had held his breath throughout the entire conversation. 'This is a rogue unit, eh?' he thought to himself. 'Good, destroying them means I won't have to fight off an entire alien race. This Brackus is the bastard responsible for the destruction of Castor... I need to find him.

Looking out of the vent, Archis could tell that he hadn't stopped at the control room. Instead, it looked more like the armory where he was. He stayed in the vent area until the room was cleared, then exited into the armory to stock up on weapons. True, a typical Saiyan wouldn't think to sink so low as to use weapons against their foes, but these weren't the typical foes, and Archis wasn't your typical Saiyan.

Archis found a cache of spiked grenades, and hooked as many as he could to his belt. He also found another kind of grenade, one that looked like little more than a red glowing canister with black caps. He took a few of those and attached them to his shirt. He picked up a large gun that had an enormous blade on the underside of it, and inspected the ammunition for it. Unimpressed, the Saiyan forcibly removed the blade from the weapon and lashed it to his right forearm, then tossed the gun portion away.

A clatter when the weapon landed interrupted him. Archis walked over to where the gun lay, and spotted what looked like two pound weights lying everywhere. He picked one up and held it in his hand, noticing two slots with power generators attached. Holding the slots away from him, he squeezed on the handle, and watched as a large plasma blade erupted from it. He grinned.

Finding space on his belt, Archis grabbed a second blade and attached both, powered down, to it. Feeling adequately armed, Archis retreated back to his vent, grabbing a red grenade as he went. He tossed the grenade back into the room, and replaced the vent grating as he walked away from the room.

The grenade went off, igniting the room in napalm flames. The fire caught a hold of the dead Jiralhanae body, which only added to the fire by that time. The Brute had a row of grenades on his belt, which exploded as soon as the fire touched them. The chain of resultant explosions completely obliterated the armory, as well as the weapons contained therein. Some shards of the explosions flew into the vent and sliced up some of the wiring, causing the ship to come to a complete stop, as well as affecting the lighting, causing it to flicker continuously.

Archis, of course, managed to escape the explosions and such. 'Unless the armory had cameras,' he thought to himself, 'they'll never know it was me until the end.'