\ \Juda/ /
When Sieran insisted on staying with the ship, he frowned and shook his head. "Sieran, it can't be stable. The crash would have drawn attention. We don't know this planet.", he told her quietly before laying a hand on her shoulder as she banged a wrench against the hull.
He knew that his younger siblings thought of him as slow, or unintelligent. It wasn't true, though he could see why they thought that way, and he didn't begrudge them of it. He preferred to think of himself as steady, and sensible. The shuttle didn't seem to be very stable in the flight itself, and the crash could only have made it worse. What was more, they had no idea what the natives of this planet were like.
That's assuming there were any natives in the first place.
The fact that it was clearly habitable, from the atmosphere and the flora, told him that chances were good. That was simple logic. And if there were natives, it was better to be on the defensive in case they were hostile. That was better than being on the offensive in case they were possibly friendly.
But after a moment, he sighed softly and shook his head again. It was clear she wouldn't budge on this, and arguing wasted time and energy, and they needed to stick together. "Alright, if you're sure. I won't go far.", he told her.
Juda turned, then slipped his right arm into the harness of his Crab Claw. It was best to keep it ready as a makeshift weapon, in case he either ran into a hostile native, or prospective food. He strode slowly and carefully into the nearby brush, his eyes scanning the area as he looked for some kind of prey, or even signs of civilization.
As he made his way slowly but steadily further, he supposed if nothing else, they should try the plant life and see if it was edible, but the likelihood of the flora being poisonous was higher than the fauna.