[color=a7a7a7]"Welp. I ain't got shit to do,"[/color] Tibulus said in a country accent as the ship autopiloted itself to the coordinates. He needed a small break between pilot jobs. Autopilot was good for that, if nothing else. The funganoid pulled his cigar away from his mouth as he went through what he could, pulling out the robotics kit yet again as he tried to create something more or less incredibly situational but incredibly helpful. Eh, it was something to do to pass the time when nothing particularly... incredible was going on.