[b]Olu Bumdoa[/b]

Right as if Wick was the master of predictions, R7 blaired out some robotic bloops, Olu's starfighter soon going absolutely crazy. It flipped, and turned, and flopped, the poor Nautolan inside able to do nothing except withstand the recoil and yell at his droid. "R7! The haaaaaangar! Noooot theeee simul-" Suddenly, Olu's communication cut off, and Wick nor Wrenu could hear him any longer. He'd blasted off into a hyperspace lane, no doubt R7's doing. Shortly afterwards, the starfighter re-emerged from FTL near the Solar Winds cruiser, and set its course for the Hangar. Among Olu's now constant bickering against his droid, Wrenu and Greggory, if still in their ships, could also hear what would be R7's robotic cackles. Without further ado, Olu finally got his starfighter to exit its hyperspace ring and briskly enter the Hangar, clamping its docking pads down on the sturdy titanium panels. With the cockpit slowly opening, the Nautolan, a green-skinned humanoid with clothed tentacles over his head, nauseously rolled out of the ship and onto the floor. 

Fixing his Jedi hood, he stood, his lightsaber hidden beneath the layer of his cloak as he approached Greggory, stumbling every now and then. R7 blooped and beeped, removing himself from the starfighter and setting down on the floor, casually rolling up to Olu's leg. Catching his breath, he undid his previously ruffled hood and let it fall over his neck and upper back. "Nice... Little ship they've got here. That one looks human as well..." Olu took a look around, eventually setting his eyes on the so called Savaymin. "Greetings, Savaymin. I am Jedi Master Olu Bumdoa."