Location: Nixor Time: Mid-day Participants: @Lucid , @Darasuum Theme: Fairly Local ❖ Twenty One Pilots This was not his first time to Nixor but it was certainly the first time he had ever been to the planet for anything more than a pit stop. Koil did not remember anything specific standing out save for perhaps the fact that the space port had been worse off than some of the more rugged outer rim planets he had visited. It was a place filled with people that were either on their way to becoming ghosts or who already were forgotten by the galaxy. Shuddering slightly the Al'Verde moved a few centimeters forward in his pilot seat. He had fallen asleep there, again. But his pilot droid had been taking care of everything up until then anyways. The Mandalorian looked over at the mechanical construct behind his visor but the droid paid him no mind, focused on its task. Most people gave their droids names, like pets. The same could be said for a ship. Koil had no such affections within him. He called the droid by its numerical naming when necessary. Otherwise he simply called it what it was, a droid. His ship, an XS-100 light freighter technically had to have a name designation considering it was so common in the galaxy. So he had dubbed it The Bikadinir. Unimaginative but that was the whole point, to poke fun at the very idea of ship names. They were objects the same as any blaster or blade. At least that was how Koil felt. Seven hells, the man felt that even his own body was just a tool to carry out his own will. Standing up from his seat he saw the planet before him. They must have dropped out of hyperspace just seconds before he had woken up. Perhaps that was why he had awakened in the first place. The change from the view of hyper speed was probably noticed by his subconscious and jolted him awake. Though, he rarely slept for very long in general anyways and when he did it was not very well.