[h3][color=a7a7a7]Tibulus Sepitan[/color] - Old Dreams[/h3]
Tibulus didn't sleep. He actually couldn't sleep under normal circumstances due to a lack of any real biological process. The only part of him that really slept was his imagination, and even then it didn't sleep for long. Despite that lack of sleep, Tibulus still had dreams, although those dreams should best be kept to himself.

Excluding one, of course.

The Alliance was rewarding, if nothing else. Tibulus was granted a fair amount of new robotics parts to tinker around with, and a giant crate of fresh cigars too. The robot parts couldn't have come at a better time. With the recent events of abandonment by the main robots on the ship, Tibulus found himself... lonely. It was weird, saying that robots made good company for the Funganoid, but they did. They were sentient enough to have real conversations with Tibulus, and with some of the piloting jobs he did, the conversation was appreciated. 

That loneliness reignited an old dream of Tibulus, though. A dream to make his own robot to treat like a child after he lost his family. 

Things were... things were going, that was for sure. Right now, it was mainly just a set of legs, but it could be a real robot soon. Hell, maybe Tibulus could turn it into an android. Who knows? The future does, so there was no dwelling on the past!

Just before Tibulus continued his work, he noticed something on the cameras. Something... not so great. He turned on his communicator and turned it to contact Stryker. [color=a7a7a7]"Stryker... um... medbay needs attention, stat."[/color]

[@Crossfire]