White had wandered his way back to the Altar,
Once there he sent a message to kale, 
[b] Message as follows... Kale, I need fuel going to the nearest "outpost"... Need anything? I'll contact base upon return to orbit. [/b]
He started up the Engines and departed the planet
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Once out of the atmosphere he punched in the coordinates of the nearest back market and took off. He then stood up went to his cabin took a shower and put on a new set of clothes. He sat down in the pilots seat, put his feet up, and as the Altar was starting its acceleration, opened a book and read. It was that silence, the emptiness of the vast areas around him that he enjoyed. Maybe that was why he had move to Cyphan, an empty planet. With very few people to interact with. White sighed and continued reading. At some point he dosed off, into a dreamless sleep, as dark as the space around him. Sensing that the sole inhabitant of the ship was asleep the Altar dimmed the lights, slowed, and continued to the coordinates.