Akabat Getaway (Order/Ridge/Ridgenose)

[Caliban]

Vincent cautiously glanced at his surroundings. It has been months since he ever set foot on a Planet - other than Pittsburgh. The idea of leaving his Rebel behind on a Planet he never visited before - in a place where he might as well be considered a freak by the usual Order standards and shot in process for it was one of the most uncomfortable feelings he could face. And it showed. His expression remained as neutral as it could possibly be, however. "Akabat, huh? S-So...we're here. I can't believe I'm that stupid..." he muttered the second part only to himself, remembering that so far everyone within The Order branded him as untrustworthy, only alive because he was somehow involved in a mess he couldn't escape at this point. And he couldn't blame them, he would think the same of himself if he was on the other side of things. But being in the Omicrons was a bad idea overall. Much too close to the Nomad Core Worlds. Much to close to their influence.

It took Vincent a good few seconds that Luciano was talking to him and Locke, but eventually he complied and followed after taking off the loose flight suit covering his clothing - black jeans, sneakers, a dark blue jacket with its sleeves up to his elbow and a set of goggles dangling by his neck.