"Our hosts never warned us about the possibility of creatures," Kylo bites out irritably as he crashes his way towards the cargo crates, slamming his willpower into the task of keeping his feet firmly planted on the careening deck— and then, holding the precious cargo down. The strange splay and curl of Kylo's outstretched fingers resembles the shape of Ronan's dreamthing star, though the effort he's exerting to keep the supplies from tumbling free while so thoroughly distracted has his extremities trembling ever so slightly. Vibrating. He sets his jaw.

"It's big," he grinds out in warning, possibly unnecessarily. Those tendrils, fins, spines... whatever they are, clearly belong to a beast more than capable of capsizing the ship, if it chooses. But beyond what parts of the creature can be seen glinting in the moonlight is the mass and motion that Kylo can feel, gliding in the dark.

"Destroying it could cost us the ship."