Emmett leans back against a piece of synth, wincing as he does with tired legs. It had been a far longer day than he was used to, and hadn't included any games of cards yet. Hopefully that would change.
His mind wandered for a moment while the others put the final touches on the craft. He had no idea where he was specifically, only that it was outside the planet, that which had been all of creation until this morning. His mind wandered back to the war, quiet nights with no campfire for fear of being seen and ambushed. With no hope of winning and no home to return to, he had watched the stars move as an escape. Younger Emmett had known they were other suns, any Aeon priest could tell you that, but that's all they could say. Not what lived there, or the lives they led. Not what else could be hiding in the darkness between the stars, or what may hidden on their broken and wandering moon.
And here older Emmett stands, tired from chopping those dreamt of creatures into bits. Which is only fair, considering they wanted to turn him into jerky, or belts, or whatever they did with human skin.
In any case, it was about time to discover what lay in the darkness above Young Emmett's head. He was ready, if nothing else, to rub some young Aeon's smug face in it.
He moves back to the group, dropping one end of the 'bot leg he uses as a weapon to the cavern floor. "I'll fly her. Can't be much different than leading a bunch of wagons, right? Except for, uh, no horses or nothin'. But that's just details!"