Tibulus quickly got to work with the piloting, steadily moving the ship forward as he dodged and weaved through the beams and any hazards that he could dodge. The zipper on his jumpsuit lowered even more as another root shot out and started piloting even stronger, speeding a little bit more yet dodging just as fluently as he did before. The shields were raising and lowering at will, and the fan began to blow even harder. 

The air around Tibulus gave off an energetic feeling as he spoke, his eyes still fixated on the controls and the task that was ahead of him. [color=a7a7a7]"I'm gonna call a nap or two after this mission, holy fuck."[/color] The ship was flowing through the vacuum of space as Tibulus continued mission, his... 'breathing' getting a bit harder as he worked.