"Like... five?" Mike coughs awkwardly. Erebus calls out from the front. "Boasting. I have lost count." In a far off solar system.... Two novakids are standing over some kind of purple goo contained in a large vat. "We need to figure out how to make this," "Isaac" gestures at the goo. "Want to destroy this." He gestures to a similar blob of goo in a second vat. "That's right, Eden. Do you have any ideas on how we can make this happen?"
"Yea...Erebus took a lot of the kills for himself..." Nalumi seems a bit upset by this. "I'm sure he's killed before he went into the arena, too."
Eden strides merrily to the vats and looks inside. They shudder in disgust and excitement, and lurch backwards. "I'm sure you have information on their genetic structure, correct? May I see those documents, or shall we just run some tests?" They look expectantly at Issac.
Eden nods at the departure of Five and Zero, and gleefully pulls out their scalpel. "How delightful." They cut off a couple of squirming samples into glass vials, and begin the experiments... To no one in particular, Opia says, "Oh, was a kill count supposed to be something to brag about? I should have kept count then.." She tilts her head carelessly and looks for another spot to sit down.
"My confirmed kill count is easily in the thousands, although I do not take pride in causing death, unlike some people here."
"Killing people is fun, though." Nalumi remembers that she can now no longer kill people on a somewhat regular basis at the arena and sets up a reminder using her brain to ask Erebus if he had anything to do with it.
Part of Flytrap wants to strangle Nalumi, but instead of answering the question, he gets up and walks over to the pilot's seat. "Erebus."