Light dropped his head when Jess reprimanded him. An abstract approximation of a frowning human face flashed across the front of his suit for a moment – noticeable if one were paying close attention. It was a free suit mod he’d added on a whim a couple of months ago and promptly forgotten about.

“Come on, Senjen. We’re not wanted here.” He slapped a manipular against his metal frame and led him back up the ramp. Light then went to sulk in the engine room. He rested a tentacle on the ancient Tindrel engine block as it hummed stolidly, glowing yellow in the dark through rents along its bulbous mass.

He loved his ship, but it was mostly a sentimental feeling. It was wildly impractical and not easy to maintain. The thing he admired the most was this beating heart; such raw power. Light wondered if he could transplant the engine into another ship if he managed to save up enough money.