"Aw come on Darvek! Don't you remember me?" Frex said in a low raspy voice. "You can't blame me for being careful. It's me, Frex. Remember I saw you in FeeCo. depot? I told you my plans of escaping and how I loathed the life with the industrials? When I found out that you escaped just before you're hearing I laughed and hoped that one day I'd have the courage to escape!" Frex said in an insane voice.
Frex turned to the Steef called Flaxis (he heard Darvek talk to him and say his name). Frex approached him.
"I know what you're thinking. Why did this insane slig barge in here and let his guard down? Why did he manage to follow us here, but he collapsed from one hit? Well let me tell you, you should see the way we're treated back at the barracks. We make one mistake, and we get beaten. I haven't eaten anything in weeks, except for scraps from the Glukkons." Frex explained quickly. He sighed and sat on a rock.
"If you don't trust me, if you don't need my help, then you better just shoot me now."
The group stared at Frex.
"Well?" he asked.
OOC: Woo! Plot development.
P.S. Where's Tom aka Darvek?