The borrowed Sabre 'Vigilante' is heading towards the landing pads across the bright sky, companioned by a scimitar after its tail. Slowly reducing the height, Sabre soon hovers above the pad and a tall man jumps out. Scanning around and reminiscing the days on this familiar planet, oh how he would love to live here once his fight is over. The air, the plants... wondered how the corsairs living here doing now with the recent events between them and the zoners. Remembered the flower girl, was she still selling those yellow flowers in that garden? The yellow flower he took from her the last time had crumbled and withered, long dead. Could Sol stumble upon her again, and buy one this time?
As the scimitar takes its place next to the sabre's pad, he walks over to it with lazy but long steps. Knocking on the windshield of the scimitar, and smiling. "Hey hey, don't be shy. Come out, Lesi."
He then took a few steps back as the cockpit opened up. He wondered how the Doc would recieve him after all this time as he looked towards the way where CMC would be. Sol didn't say a goodbye last time, checking himself out; that time he felt weak, afraid, and powerless to change it... Ever since he gave up on the cure, he learned to live with the addiction away from Malta, however... Holliday said 'It's not cardamine that makes you a slave, it's your loyalty to the maltese...', he remembered those words everytime he replaced his cardamine capsule in his breather, and tried not to mind the cardamine much. It wasn't easy to get cardamine but he had enough support he could rely on now.
As for Lesi, she still had a chance, unlike him... Sol couldn't allow her to become addicted to the point of no return like him, and this would give Sol a chance to say sorry to Doc for before. Moving his stare on Lesi as she's getting off the cockpit, he put another capsule to his breather, taking fast and hard sniffs from his breather a few times, afterwards.
