He'd seen these spaceships before. He remembers Agra 10 and the heroes trying to rebuild. The Crystal Exarch hasn't been around in a while and he can't remember how he left the first time or why. A puzzle piece that will most likely be left up to anyone's best guess. For him, he was back probably because he hadn't really done much to help.

This time around he'll try his best to be helpful. There has to come a time where he must fight. The Crystal Exarch wasn't expecting a fight quite so quickly.

The axe lodging itself into the bulkhead startled him to the point of immediately grabbing hold of his staff from behind him.

"By the twelve..."

The Crystal Exarch holds it out in front of him and it starts to glow a bright white light. The staff splits and shifts into a sword and shield that's still glowing that bright white.

"I would like to not cause any more destruction to the ships." He doesn't know if it'll be possible. But he doesn't want to tempt fate in that way.

"Would you be interested in talking over your demands?" The Crystal Exarch could talk to the owner of the axe he wasn't exactly afraid. If anything his stance is waiting, with the shield down at his side along with the sword.