[b][u]Space 7/11[/u][/b] [b]Concordat Outer Rim Hub[/b] Kenneth walked happily with his slurpee, listening to the various sounds of music from the restaurants that were lined down the row. If there was one thing he was glad this universe had, it was the fact these things still existed- even in inter-dimensional futures, having bought it with the stolen the credits from some of the lockers onboard the drop-ship. He'd gather only what he needed, but still left more than enough for the crew onboard the ship. Changed out of the Concordat flight suit, Kenneth wore a sublime green hoodie and grey slim cargo pants, with a pair of dark tabi-sneaker high tops. His sword was sheathed onto his dark grey slim backpack, with his gas mask strapped onto the pack, with the smoke-blue lenses wiped and cleaned. He found a nearby bench as he sat down while he sipped his bowl of alien ramen- the broth was a lilac colored, but there were indeed noodles and exotic roots and vegetables with a tentacle or two, as steam rose from the hot bowl as he began to eat. Beside him, a tablet was leaned against the arm rest as he watched Pirates of the Caribbean. "We're gonna commandeer, that ship," Jack Sparrow said. Kenneth raised a brow as he leaned back setting his bowl down as he scoffed while he continued to eat the ramen but with his attention no longer on the movie. He unhinged the scabbard from the backpack as he undid the wrapping and rewrapped it with a traditional tsukamaki while the movie continued to play. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]