[color=a7a7a7]"If you need me on attack, you know where to find me,"[/color] Tibulus returned to the confines of his cockpit, a few drawing now decorated the place. They were blueprints for another tool, sure, but it at least made Tibulus feel more at home. Hell, his home was already a large cockpit, now that he really thought about it. Oh joy.

Tibulus sat at the controls, noting the coordinates and punching them into the console carefully. If he fucked up, well... they'd probably enter the moon or something. That's not a good idea, nor was this plan in general, to be quite honest. You could've probably just found an easier way into Sol's place without going through other pirates. Eh, this way was one of the more... clean ways, to be honest. That says a lot considering the circumstances that Tibulus was in. He just hoped that this would be over with so he could get his check and move on. Or maybe a robot body. That'd be cool, if not for it being highly expensive to manufacture and implant his mind into. 

It could work in some way. That's the future though.