Once again the rhythm, the beating heart of The Force pulled Artorigas across the galaxy, firs to Jakku, then to Ajan Kloss and now here, into near uncharted space at the edge of the galaxy. The watery planet of Ahch-to, endless oceans littered with small islands as far as the eye could see. The 'Wyvern' sailed through the sky a few kilometres above the flowing water, Artorigas sat his eyes closed, hands on the pilots controls letting The Force guide him through sky. Cydric sat next to him, his eyes scanning the instruments trying to spot what Artorigas was guiding the pair towards.
Finally the ship began to slow and descend as he the rhythm beat deepened. "There a small set of islands." Cydric called out pointing through the glass, opening his eyes Artorigas caught glimpse of the small islands, the sun rising just behind them. "Hopefully we find what we are looking for this time." He said, more to himself than the co-pilot.
He let Cydric handle the final landing process as he excused himself from the cockpit. A pair of his VD security droids stood in the living compartments to the rear of the ship, he gave the inanimate objects a look before heading over to the armouring stand set off to the right. He had a brief look at the island as they came into land and his full armour would be to bulky for the treacherous terrain so he stuck with the under tunic and gauntlets leaving the breastplate pauldrons today.
A bump signalled the ship had landed, followed quickly by the hiss of the landing ramp. Making his way to the exit, the two droids followed him down before setting up a guard on either side of the landing zone. Now where did the rhythm beat loudest...