Arwing's Musebox

It had been quite the adventure, but most of the crew had decided to go their separate ways. Kaliyo had left to pursue more bounties, Dr. Lokin had returned to his work, Ensign Temple had gone back to Hoth, and Scorpio hadn't felt like sticking around and hadn't told them where she was going. Only Vector had chosen to stay with the Agent. He could have returned to Alderaan, but he honestly couldn't imagine being anywhere but at Aden's side. He truly felt at home with the Agent. The hive would always be with him, no matter where he went or how far he was from them, and therefor there was no obligation to go back to his home planet.

The Agent gave him something more. Something the hive could not.

Vector found the ship to be oddly quiet without the others. He missed some of the conversations he'd had with the others. Dr. Lokin had some interesting things to say about culture and art. He roamed the ship, finding it awfully big for just two people and a droid.

He sat down on the couch, datapad in hand, to do some reading, even as his mind wasn't entirely focused on what he was reading.